38 Smb 18.99", 18.5", 2 16". Niu also had his first 20 fish day. One almost 19" and a nice 17.5".
Man, what a day! Stream smallmouth populations wax and wane. Various factors, floods, poor recruitment, fish kills, habitat loss, predation by otters, eagles, and man. I've been following one vein of gold in a certain area of the state for a few years as old stand bys wane. The 18" size class has been piling up this year, but it had been nearly a year since I landed a 20" smallmouth bass. That changed Saturday as in the last month, I've been in a complete different area I've neglected for half a decade.
I set out around 930, water was cooler than I expected and slightly up from normal flow for late summer. Last week had seen a three inch rain dump, but there had been plenty of time to clear. Flats filled with bait fish were now available to hungry summer smallmouth, who frankly have been facing super high water temps this summer. Water flowed steadily through each boulder strewn riffle. Key here was not fast. I found fish at each choke point with shade, flats created by riffles.
Early caught 3 12-14"ers on a worm right in the 'faster' stuff. This showed my the beginning of the pattern that would hold all day. At one bend in the river, I hooked and tried to bulldog one huge fish, who head shook and came free. Long enough to see he was huge for what I expected. Thick and in the 19"+ range. Bummer. But I had 5 miles to go on foot and the rocky creek would be very challenging wade.
More fish on the worm. I got confident in it to my detriment a few minutes later at the perfect push water lined with water willows and strewn with boulders. Tossing the 'weedless' worm, I hung up on a root and awkwardly balanced on softball sized rocks as I switched to my second topwater rod with a Sammy clipped on. When the lure hit the water, it was immediately annihlated. I knew it was really big. The fight was unreal, soon I was tripping on my other rod that still had the line out forward. I let it drop in the river as fear of losing the large bass gripped me. for a moment I allowed slack, this allowed the fish to get an enormous amount of steam and head for the fast riffle. As I tried to bulldog it to shore near me, the hooks pulled free. Enough to see a brilliant bass in the 20-21" range. What was going on? This river doesn't produce 2 chances like that in my experience.
So imagine self criticism, for about 5 minutes when the plunge pool became a wide, shallow, shaded flat below a riffle. Another giant blow up and lengthy fight brought this 19"er to hand: