I can't say that I was worried much about it, but when Kelly and I arrived at Cypress Creek on Saturday there was a sign of the apocalypse straight out of the book of Revelation (Chapter 9). A plague of "locusts" greeted us at our chosen fishing destination.
It wasn't exactly a plague of Biblical proportions, but we did see our fair share of "locusts." Well, not really locusts, but cicadas. Even though they bear no resemblance to true locusts, cicadas are often called "locusts" by people who just don't know any better. All day long we were surrounded by the drone of Periodical Cicadas (Magicicada tredecim) from "The Great Southern Brood" (also known as "Brood XIX"). I think we were actually just catching the tail end of the mass emergence, because there were already a ton of cicada wings on the ground... evidence of cicadas that had been eaten by birds.
Since the cicadas were about in mass numbers (and frequently falling into the water), I decided to give this pattern a try...
|Not one I tied... Bass Pro purchased.|
I had high hopes it might tempt a selective Smallmouth to the surface, but all I managed to catch with it was a single Rock Bass (Ambloplites rupestris). There were a lot of smaller sunfish that were interested, but the size 2 hook was just too big for them.
I had a lot more luck with the Bunny Butt Slider, landing several more Rock Bass and a large Redbreast Sunfish (Lepomis auritus)... but unfortunately I don't have any photos to prove it. Somebody (me) forgot to put the memory card in the camera, so we were only able to take a handful of pictures... but that's not the reason I don't have any photos to show at the moment. Our laptop decided to die on us Sunday afternoon, and when somebody (Kelly) downloaded the photos from the camera they decided to delete them from the camera's internal memory. Our doomsday fishing trip pictures now exist only on the desktop of a dead computer. I really hope we can retrieve them... and all of the other files saved to the hard drive.
One of those pictures was of Kelly's catch of the day. As is usually the case, Kelly caught more fish than I did. I think the score was like 30 to 6, but who's counting? I never even got a look from a decent fish, but Kelly watched a quality Smallie grab the tail (but unfortunately not the hook) of her giant Woolly Bugger. As annoying as it was to have been thoroughly outfished by a girl again, Kelly decided to really show me up by catching a nice Yellow Perch (Perca flavescens) toward the end of the day. I've never even caught a Yellow Perch on the fly, so I admit I was a bit jealous... but as always, very proud of Kelly. She further salted the wound when she immediately caught a second one. Due to our limited photo storage capacity, we only took a picture of the first one. It looked something like this....
|Kelly with her Yellow Perch|
Maybe one day I'll get to share the real photo, along with a nice one Kelly took of a mating pair of cicadas... hard at work creating the next generation of apocalyptic plague.
"Doomsday 2024" awaits them.