arlingtonbass

Yes yes yet another trip in concord. Woke up at around 4:00 to go to White pond, but it was closed, so why not go to the old standby? My uncle and I got on the water at around 5:15, and we pounded the shoreline looking for those hungry early morning bass. The action actually was pretty slow for about an hour, but soon after sunrise the pond came alive!

A family of beavers reside by the shore, and we kept hearing them splashing the water every five minutes. While it was awesome in the beginning, it got pretty annoying after around the umpteenth time it happened. So i'm just minding my own business watching all this wildlife until a big ol' largie swirls my frog. "Oh s***", I mumbled to myself, and reared back as hard as I could to set the hook. Strike one. Almost knocked the canoe over.
Next it's my uncle's turn. He casts relatively close to the first blowup, and sure enough, the bass strikes again! Strike two. He misses the hookset and almost pokes his eye out with the frog flying past his head.

The first bass of the day came soon after. I made a cast to the nearby group of lily pads with my "EZ-mode" super fluke, and soon enough had one on. It was a pretty nice fish, at 2 1/4 lbs. Not bad. Next up, my uncle. He's been using his frog for an hour now, and had only one bite. I tell him to switch lures, and he is like "nahh, i'm good." Of course, the lucky son of a gun lands a 16 inch bass the very next cast. XD

The next bass was caught by me soon after, cranking a chatterbait along some submerged timber about ten minutes after his frog fish. We go along the other side of the pond, and I nail a pickerel on a jig under a downed tree.

You could tell my uncle was getting a little jealous of my fish because he said to me "We have to be going soon. I have, uhh, some important stuff to do." I'm like "alright, half an hour more." We make one last loop around the pond, and my uncle hooks up with a bass. While he was fighting the bass, the friggin' beaver from earlier makes a break right for the fish. Luckily, he didn't go for it. He pulls it up and it's a beautiful 3 lber. He looks at me all smug and says "I don't think we can end the trip better than this." I thought he had me there, but then I just went and said " Okay, one more cast, then we go.
This is when things go down...
I launch my frog a country mile down the pond, and start working it real quickly down the lily pads. Not even ten cranks in, a bass goes completely airborne and annihilates my poor frog. I swear it was like a flipping great white shark coming out of the water to eat a seal. I'm not letting this one off the hook (no pun intended). She buries herself deep into those pads and just suctions onto the bottom. "OH MY GOD IT'S A MONSTER!" I yell to my uncle. He quickly moves the canoe right to the fish, and I just drag em' out of there. If it wasn't for his quick thinking I would have probably lost her. I finally get the bass to the boat, and albeit it wasn't a six pounder or anything(3.5 lbs), it will still be one of my most memorable catches I've had so far.

All in all it was a tremendous morning(5:15-9:00) on the water with my uncle as we caught some nice fish and shared some quality banter between each other.

How many times am I going to fish in Concord? My uncle was out of town so i couldn't use the canoe. I thought to myself that I could either go to Spot pond in Stoneham, or my secret pond in Concord. I didn't feel like fishing a new lake so I went to Concord.
I went with my mom and arrived there at 7:10, a little too late for the early morning topwater bite. I fished the frog regardless, and it almost paid off. Had a massive blowup near the only group of lily pads accessible to the shore, and of course I missed it. I gave up on the frog after a while of no bites, and picked up the trusty super fluke. Almost immediately I had a fish, a decent 16 inch largemouth bass.
After that I dropped the bass tackle and picked up the panfishing setup for fun. I caught about 8 or so bluegills and one yellow perch. Now back to the Heavy duty stuff! I switched to a chatterbait and slammed one on the lone beaver dam coming out into the pond. After that, I switched to a 1/4 ounce black and blue jig... and what a switch that was! I pitched the jig into a real nice looking laydown and nailed an 18 inch largie. Soon after that, another nice bass, this one about 15 inches. I picked up a grub and caught another bass, this one was the smallest at 12 inches.
All in all a great day at the honey hole. Hopefully going to go to some new places soon.