When we interact with other amateurs, it is in our best interest to be as honest with them as we wish.
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When fishing, when chatting with another fan, when someone lies, we all waste our time. Now imagine the two of them lying to each other.
On Monday evening, November 13, Colette announced on the TVA news bulletin that a mild spell would heat up the metropolis on Wednesday and Thursday. That was all I needed to unload. On Thursday we head down to Charron Island on the St. Lawrence River. Our destination is the top of La Ronde.
A short story
For more than two decades, this fall patch, which wakes up when water temperatures fall below 9-10°C, has produced huge smallmouth bass. It was really not uncommon to capture more than fifty paddles and several golden ones at that. Unfortunately, for some reason the site has become much less productive and we only catch small fish in smaller quantities. Is it the combination of the words “global warming,” “pollution,” “zebra mussels,” “round gobies,” and other pesky things that could harm them? The answer is definitely yes.
It will bite
My friend Pascal and I are thrilled. We are sure that our tubes and drop shot rigs will trigger countless attacks.
Well no! Reality caught up with us pretty quickly. Together we got 10 smallmouths to react in 2.5 hours.
While we were fishing, a long-time friend, Gilles Beauchamps from Longueuil, arrived with an electric kayak. The experienced 76-year-old fisherman also experienced glorious hours at this point.
He settles down, stays in the flood, and alternates between a tube and one of his creations that looks like a Hopkins spoon.
Around 10:45 a.m., a man arrives in a bright white and blue Ranger bass boat equipped with two power poles in the back. I do not know him. Within 15 minutes I saw him catch a fish. At 11 a.m. we change location.
While we are fishing in another area, about 90 minutes later I see the same person arrive nearby. I ask him if he caught a good catch at the end of the island in the minutes after we left.
In a carefree tone he replied, “I caught about fifty. I could have gotten 150 but they were all small. So I left.” I then get the impression that he is buttering it very, very thickly, not to say that he is exaggerating.
Exposed
The next day I called Gilles to get information about his boat. We chat for a bit and I tell him that the guy in the ranger apparently made quite a catch after we left. Gilles laughs. By the way he held himself in the flow, he saw the whole scene. The cocky fisherman caught a total of four small bass.
When he saw Gilles taking a few, he came to talk to him and even told him that he only took four. It's really not strong, my Gérard, to use the popular expression. Gilles, for his part, netted 30 small bass and four walleye throughout the day.
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