Friday night, I jokingly said to my wife, We should go camping at Newton this weekend… Next thing I know the trailer is packed and she is ready to go. We had a prior commitment Saturday morning so we didn’t get to Newton until around 1 Saturday afternoon.
We got our camp set up and I was fishing by 2. Obviously, being the middle of the day it was pretty slow, but I did manage to pull in one crappie and one bluegill. Only fished for a little bit, then I went back for a while. I headed back out around 4:30 and this time my brother in law came out with me. It turned into a crappie fest pretty quick. Between the two of us in about 2 hours we probably caught 12 crappie, 6 bluegills and a couple baby basslings. One of the bass he caught was actually decent sized for Newton, at maybe 7". We didn’t keep anything, but a few of the crappie were pretty good sized.
Headed back out Sunday morning, and the story was pretty much the same. We would each catch a couple crappie, then a bluegill would show up, then a little bass. My B.I.L. ended up pulling in another one like the night before, but other than that no size to the bass. We ran out of worms about time to head in for lunch, but weren’t ready to be done for the day quite yet.
After lunch, with no remaining worms, I decided it was time to try the fly game. I tied a zebra midge to his spinning rod under a bobber, and I went with the wooly bugger that I still had on my fly line from my last trip. Within 3 casts, I ended up hooking up with the fish of the weekend. It was a small mouth (I think) that I estimate measured around 10". Still nothing huge, but I was entertained
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I caught 2 or 3 more bass on my bugger and the bite cooled. My BIL caught a few more crappie and gills off the midge, so I figured I would switch to a nymph and see if I could start catching again. We each caught a few more after that. The most interesting catch of the day came towards the end. I was working my fly line and got it almost all the way in, so I started to pull it out of the water to recast. Apparently right as I was pulling it out of the water, a little bugger decided it was time to take it! As I started my back cast a little 3" something flew right past my head! I finished my cast so I didnt slam him into the rocks. He hit the water, tugged on my line for a few seconds but was gone before I got my slack taken care of.
All in all, it was a fun time. No pics as the shore was so muddy I couldnt get to the water to rinse my hands off enough to whip my phone out. Next time.