November 22, 2014 - Mountain Run Lake

Went fishing out at Mountain Run Lake.  Put in at about 3:30, it was fairly mild, with a persistent slight breeze.  The sun was shining.

The past week has had several nights down in the teens and twenties, and reports were that there had been ice on the water.  No ice was on the water today.  Surface water temperature was 42 F.  Fished with a black crankbait for a few minutes with no success and then switched to a small yellow curly tail.  Caught this thirteen inch largemouth: 

 
As the sun sank beneath the horizon, the breeze that I had first characterized as slight turned into a stinging arctic blast, and my hands being wet, I began to get uncomfortable.  I took out with daylight left at about 4:45.

It's getting to be winter, evidently.  I should've taken my coat with me when I went out, but when I first got there, the thermal underwear seemed to be up to the task.

November 11, 2014 - Mountain Run Lake

Went over to Mountain Run Lake fishing.  Fished with mealworms under a slip bobber with a split shot for a while, didn't do much.  Caught a bluegill on a curly tail with a slow jigging action.  A couple bass on lipped black crankbait.

Switched to fishing a small, maybe 1/16 oz, jighead tipped with a mealworm about 4 feet under a clip-on bobber, caught several bass and a good number of bluegills in 6-10 feet deep water.

My mess of fish:

Nice to know when crankbaits are hopeless and poppers are futile, that you can pull in some fish using live bait.  My father reassured me that he though my immortal soul was intact despite my use of live bait, but in the last couple of days since bait fishing, I have noticed an inclination towards dark sorcery and my experiments with reanimating corpses are proceeding nicely.

Speaking of corpses and tortured segues, when I was out there, I saw something around 15vultures circling.  They weren't circling me, so I didn't give it a second thought, although I did take a picture in the event that blurry, poorly framed photographs become the newest rage in postmodern nouveau art and net me a grand or two from some rich fool who uses words like postmodern and nouveau without knowing what they mean:

November 9 2014 - Mountain Run Lake

Caught a nice crappie on a glow jighead with a black curly tail, spent a couple of hours on the water.

It's getting dark early.