Keen on Bass
Robert Earl Keen sings about bass. Webb Pierce sings about fillin’ it up to the brim.
Hmmm…Bass & Bream. Well, I am singing about both here in South Alabama!
As it turns out, the Professor’s tennis game served up a gem of a fishing opportunity for us. A friend from his tennis team, nicknamed Hammer for his vicious overhead shot that is known to settle a match in the blink of an eye, was gracious enough to invite us out to his home yesterday. His house is on a beautiful piece of property with an underground spring that feeds directly into a small lake.
The fish in this lake rarely see fisherman and apparently — as we learned firsthand — they are starved for anything that looks like a small yellow rubber-legged popper or an olive green streamer! We spent the afternoon getting the smell of fish on our hands and getting the stink off a whole host of other things. Not only did we break in a new flyrod, some new pliers and a new fishing shirt, I caught my first fish in 2009, my first bream and my very first largemouth bass.
I am having a love affair with bass. Granted mine weren’t five-pounds but now I get why Robert Earl Keen says, “Lord Have Mercy, It’s a Five Pound Bass!” It sure was fun to catch those runnin’ jumpin’ bass on a flyrod.
I caught a few more bream and a few more bass, the Professor caught a crappie and several bass. It was a wonderful way to spend a Sunday and was a much needed reunion with a flyrod and some fish.
We celebrated afterwards with Hammer and his wife, and although it would have been poetic to say, “Fill it up to the Brim“, I thought it more appropriate to toast my first bass with a cold Budweiser. In a bottle.
Cheers to my first fish of ’09 and many thanks to Hammer & his wife for a wonderful afternoon on the water.