Working with only a few hours of sleep, I managed to hit Perris Lake once again with Chul. John has been posting reports for weeks of epic topwater bites. We were hoping for the same. When Chul let me know he had Saturday free to fish, he asked if I wanted to hit up a local trout stream. While I wanted to see how the resident trout population was doing I wanted to hit Perris once more before the bass moved out of the shallows.
Despite the discouraging weather forecast we choose to fish Perris. The sun was already poking through by 5:30 and when we arrived at the lake at 6am we had no opportunity to fish any grey light. From the moment we set off I saw several boils which was an encouraging sign. Our hope was the bass were still in the shallows taking topwater so we started throwing poppers into the garbage. We started at the island and moved to the last cove we fished on our previous outing. I'm glad I suggested that we bring our sinking lines as backup in case the fish had moved to the deep water. This proved a good decision later.
I started with a Folded Foam Head that I tied the other night with a weedguard. After what seemed like a hundred casts with not even a look, I switched to a yellow foam head popper. This fly despite tied smaller pushes more water. After a few casts I in the maze of garbage I had a slam on my fly. I couldn't get the hook set as I had no leverage as my line was laying on top of several exposed branches. The carp must be in their spawn as they were making quite a ruckus in the tules. We saw several leg long carp in this area. I switched to a brown wooley bugger and tried to get one but none were really feeding. We eventually moved out of this cove and headed to the eastside. As we made our way there I switched my flies several times without so much as a bump.
We found John and his buddy on the eastside working the jungle. I asked how they did and while John managed a few on top it was tough for them too. So at least it was not us. The fishery is definitely gone to summertime bass fishing. We entered one of the coves and I managed to muck up another topwater grab in the junk. After trying to navigate through the maze of the jungle we decided we had enough of this and moved out to open water. We rigged our sinking lines and started to go deep. I must have switched flies two dozen times. None of them proved effective today. I tried small to large flies. Just some of the flies I tried without any success:
We moved back to the island and since the lake is loaded with weeds the fish finder proved somewhat pointless so we just used it to read the contours. Having seen all day bass taking damselflies I switched to my Fugly S.O.B. fly. It's a stupid fly that whenever I smell the skunk coming I tie on and it seems to at least get one fish. It has helped me avoid the skunk two weeks ago at Canyon Lake and several times at MVL among other lakes. It saved me again. After hours and hours of casting I finally hooked up on a bass. I pulled him in with a big clump of weeds and bogaed him at 1.75 pounders. I worked like hell for that fish.
|The skunk preventer- Fugly S.O.B. fly.|