(Back to catching up on fishing reports and such. This is from Memorial Day weekend.)
I don't consider myself a good fishermen. I have yet to catch a rainbow trout in the state of California despite the fact that there doesn't seem to be a 10 year old in the state without a photo of them holding a full stringer and I have not caught a striped bass. So when my buddy Derick invited me out to fish the duct I was not aiming for a 40 incher. I just wanted a bite.
I must have made a hundred casts before getting a bump. When it happened I didn't even know what do do. It took another hour or so. Derick and his friend already had half a dozen between them before I caught mine.
I finally got a bite, but I couldn't set the hook. I finally rigged the fluke sideways and on the next cast hooked into one.
Not the biggest fish, or even average sized, but it was a striper. I beat the skunk and caught my first striped bass.
We fished until it got dark and my friends caught a few more small ones. I was just happy to be fishing and to not be skunked.