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Clouser for the win.


Clouser for the win! that is what I yelled out loud as I hooked my first white bass ever on a creek that has yet to be named ( that's my spot! I'm not sharing.) This fishing trip was just random after a chat with another guy at the fly shop Fly Masters of Indianapolis He mentions that the white bass should be running, I wasn't even there for pan fish flies, I was on my usual carp fly material hunt for an order of flies that I was tying up for another angler ( hit me up for some flies anytime, message me or contact me through email if your interested.) So after checking out I quickly headed towards the creek in a hurry. I always keep my waders and a 6wt in the car, with some general bass flies and a carp box.

As soon as I get there I see 3 other cars there and think to myself "this was a bust" I immediately think this was a waste of time and gas, I kinda like fishing by myself or with one other buddy. I quickly slide my pants off and am now in my boxers in a parking lot, while trying to get into my waders ad quick as possible without someone seeing my big white ass! I end up not being seen (I think) slip on my wading boots. Btw, To my wife if your reading this I would really love some new wading boots, Thanks. Put together my rod and reel, feed my leader and tippet through the guides and tie on a Chartreuse clouser that I had just tied a few week ago in the middle of winter one night when I had cabin fever, I'm right about there right now with this cold weather, I hate winter. I rush down the trail to the creek and begin casting while walking into the creek. About 5 short casts in, I feel the sharp tug and the head shake of my first White bass on the fly! I yell Clouser for the win and quickly get a weird look from the one other guy that was bobber fishing a short distance away from me. The look on his face and the "WTF" expression was funny to me as I reel my first fish in.
I quickly land the bass and snap a quick picture and release the fish back to the creek. Now for the next 6 hours I catch more than 30 fish on the same clouser in the same deep pool that I had occupied for hours. I finally look at my phone and see that its about 530 p.m and it's about that time that my loving, caring and understanding wife gets home( see what I did there, she supports my fishing passion.) Well at that time I feel my phone vibrate and a realize my wife is calling me while she is on her way home and the sun is going down. In her normal caring and curious voice she ask me "So what did you do today?" That's when I told her catch fish and play outside, She sounded confused when she said "ok" and then asked me "did you do the chores I asked you to do?" That's when she remembered my ADHD and figured I got nothing completed, she was right. The one thing I did get right was the decision to hit #theweekendwade and destroy a clouser or 2 and catch a grip of white bass!


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