Anybody who has discovered a minature, yet productive fishing spot will know exactly what this article is about. Any serious fisherman should have several of these special spots. My all-time favorite micro fishing spot was located in the BLM Campground at Loon Lake. fishing dock was connected to the beach by what was essentially nothing more than a wide plank. Every day during the summer, dozens of peopl would “walk the plank” – not bothering to fish until they were at the farthest end of the dock. The fish they caught were almost always bluegills measuring less than seven inches.Yet beneath the plank, in water barely a foot deep there always seemed to be a number of largemouth bass measuring at least a foot in length and bluegills topping eight inches. I would usually fish this spot as I was approaching my car at the conclusion of my fishing trip.
The spot was so consistently productive that that I eventually started delaying my initial cast to the spot until I decided there were sufficient nearby witnesses.
At first. I thought that some of the people that took a few moments to admire my latest catch would start fishing the “spot”, but when I saw them later, they would be fishing the end of the dock – like everyone else.
the major problem with micro fishing spots is that it doesn’t take much to ruin them. My Loon Lake micro-spot was done in by an ambitious eagle scout who through a rather impressive dock construction project made the ramp completely unnecessary. No matter how hard I try, the spot has never fished the same. Because of the iffy longevity of micro-fishing spots, anglers should take great pains in attempting to retain the memories these special spots produce.
One memory I don’t think I will ever lose happened on the Long Tom River below Fern Ridge Dam.
I had located a six foot square spot along the West shoreline about 80 yards below the dam and it seemed that every carp that I was able to present a fly to without spooking it, grabbed it. I parked on the east side of the Long Tom on a hot summer afternoon on which nearly a dozen anglers fishing the spot were either napping or sound asleep. However, I spotted a carp swimming downstream and it was headed toward my special spot. Throwing caution to the wind, I grabbed my flyrod and began boulder-hopping while frantically stripping out line.
I managed to avoid taking a header into the river – even though the rocks I was jumping on were six or seven feet apart and made what I can only describe as a perfect cast (there are several aspects of this story which I will not be able to duplicate .
So the dry fly landed a foot ahead of the cruising carp and a second later the fish tilted up and inhaled the fly. At about four pounds, the carp was much larger than average for the carp I caught from the Long Tom while flyfishing- and everyone in the immediate area was instantly wide awake.
As someone who strongly believes in the “law of averages”, I’ve often wondered how I”paid” for that carp over the ensuing years? But of one thing I am sure. I will never forget my perfect cast.