So here I was in this glorified gutter hunting for a fish that hasn't changed much since prehistoric times. I put on a clouser and started working the water. On my first cast I hooked something under the water. It seemed like a snag but after a few good yanks on my rod it came free. This happened several times and I started to wonder how much debris was in this water. I kept working the fly and with in the first five minutes I had a fish on. I let out a little wooohooooo! Then looked around to see if anyone heard me. I hadn't seen anyone and actually I really wouldn't have been that embarrassed if someone did hear me. I was tickled that catching a fish after a two month slump can still make me feel like a kid. The murk of the water made it hard to tell what kind of fish it was. I was hoping for bowfin but the fish didn't seem slender enough. I got the fish to the surface and saw the lateral line that identifies a largemouth. The fish fought surprisingly well.
Despite the water quality this fished looked very healthy. When I turned it sideways you could see it was obviously feeding well.
It was a great first fish of the year. The catch a fish early curse followed through. I only had one other tap on a stealth bomber the rest of the morning. It was still a great time and I'll be back to hunt for bowfin again.