Another highlight of the weekend was a leg-stretching but short hike up Bald (Rondaxe) Mountain where there is a fire tower and plenty of overviews with vistas of the Fulton Chain of lakes. I chose Sunday morning for the one-mile hike and there were more than 50 cars in the parking lot when I got there. Everyone, along with their dogs, had the same idea as me. Still, I was able to hang out by myself in the top of the fire tower and snap some photos in the refreshing breeze.
Back at Nick’s Lake I couldn’t spend enough time in my kayak. I had it fully rigged for a weekend of bass fishing and was not let down. I fished two afternoons and well into an evening under the light of a full moon. After much success during the afternoon outings I was confident the evening trip would be a slam-dunk. I got a few, both largemouth and smallmouth, but the afternoon bite was better.
On the final morning of our trip, I set out early for some calm water fishing. Tossing both top-water and soft plastics I again expected to nail the bass, but after a few quick catches it slowed down as the sun got higher in the sky. I gave up on the top-water plug and switched to a silver minnow imitation Rapala, one of the oldest lures in my tackle box. I tossed it out and let it drift behind my kayak.
After tossing a few wacky-rigged worms into a deep hole and catching nothing, I decided it was time to head back to camp and pack up. A few dips of the paddle and the Rapala-rigged rod jerked. As soon as I grabbed it a fish came out of the water behind me. I was sure I had a good smallmouth bass on and began to work him back to the boat. When I got it there I noticed spots on the fish. This was not a bass.