DECEMBER 2024
It was a month of disparity on Kit Lake, my home water in central Florida’s largemouth bass country. A tall wall surrounded the compound, but it had no gate. On the coldest day of the year, Azaleas bloomed. And our bass were deep. And shallow.
Winter came in with days that warmed but never got hot before cooling off again, and new lily pads browned and shriveled on our blue-green water like sycamore leaves on a lawn. These, and other elements worked into our bass fishing.
Mr. Douglas spent time on his cars with an eye to the sky for his pet fishing theory; “Look for three days of nice weather. Miller got a big one beside the sea wall that gathered warmth quickly. But Jimmy found fish about ten feet deep, thinking like the cold and dying bait he imitated with sculpin flies.
Bluegill were catchable in those warmer stretches. Shoreline structure going dormant and lakefront property maintenance moved them around the lake. But searching with large, buggy nymphs paid off.
Hardware fishers took many crappies in water as deep as 19 feet. Quietly drifting through a deteriorating pad field, Liam noted that damsel flies were coming off. So, he caught and released crappie in about 10 feet of water with Green Eyed Damsel Fly Nymphs.
Maybe next year, fishing and life will join together simply. We will get on the water to find out.
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