My friend Tom and I had an early rendezvous this morning and headed for Sharon Harris Lake to see if we could put the sore lip on some bream and bass. We took my boat which is no longer needs to be tied to my back deck as emergency transportation in view of the fact that we have not had any significant rain for the past 6 months. We arrived at the lake just in time to see a fellow struggle to put his pontoon boat back on the trailer which had to be backed off the end of the concrete ramp because the water is down at least three feet.
As luck would have it we arrived about a half hour late because just as we were to motor out of the "no wake" zone we observed a large school of bass which had driven some bait fish to the top and were tearing up the surface similar to what you might see on the coast when bonito drive bait to the top. By the time we got rigged up they had pretty well gone back down. I did have one swirl at my offering but missed it. Tom sat out most of the action with an equipment malfunction.
After we caught our breath and vowed to arrive right at daybreak the next time, we motored up the left arm of the lake and started working on bream. Even a small bream can put a serious bend in your flyrod when he turns sideways. I firmly believe that if bream got as large as bass it would not be safe to get in the water.
As previously mentioned the water was low. Even the lily pads and many of the other aquatic weeds were high and dry.
We didn't locate any big pods of fish but by moving around and working the receding shoreline we caught enough to keep our interest up. Most of the bream were on the small size, but if we had been keeping some for the skillet, we caught enough decent ones to have small fish fry.
Tom missed his chance at a big fish when a washtub swirl blew up around his popper. We didn't actually see the fish but from the disturbance it made it was a monster. I didn't miss my chance which came a short while later. My bass was not as big as the one which got away, but it was a nice one on a flyrod. I've vowed not to mention the fly I caught him on but you can see it in the corner of his mouth. That same fly also accounted for all the bream. I gave Tom one, which he promptly lost but was too timid to let me know he had lost it. After about an hour of trying something else with not a lick of luck he sheepishly asked for another.
We caught several large shiners. I am not sure what specific species they belong to but suspect they would make excellent striper bait.
All in all a good day. The boat ran well. The fish were hungry and the company was very agreeable. Life is good.
Allie worm works wonders! ::)
great report, and nice looking bass AL... i might have to try an allieworm out on lake norman this sunday