Since moving to Lake Mohawk, I have been casting a 7-inch power worm. It has been extremely convenient and I had actually grown attached to my little 7-inch power worm. So much so, I had named him Charlie. Last week I was driving down East Shore Drive and saw a little stream dumping some fresh water into Lake Mohawk around Beach #5. On a whim, I elected to throw my 7-inch power worm from the boat launch dock. For whatever reason, I was satisfied with fishing the drop, this time I retrieved the worm with a 'flick & drop'. I would flick the worm and then let it settle. No expectations. All of sudden, halfway between the boat docks and the boat ramp docks, "BAM!", I got a strong hit! And when I set the hook, nothin. In fact, not even the worm; clearly what I had hooked was a pickerel and he took 'Charlie' on a little ride.
So this week, on my way to get a haircut, I thought I would hook up my perch patterned Rat-L-Trap and give it a couple casts. I over estimated the number of casts, because on the first retrieve, "BAM!", I got the strike I was looking for! Let me tell, I was quickly reminded why I love fishing for pickerel because the fight between myself and this 22-inch pickerel was epic on my light tackle. I eventually landed him and I had to ask him a question, "Mr. Picks, you know anything about a green 7-inch power worm who disappeared around these parts about a week ago?"
Mr. Picks, "HA, HA, HA!"
