Tank Creek

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Instead of searching far and wide for fun new fishing spots, this time we got local.

We found a creek less than two miles away from our home, and decided to give it a go. Admittedly, it wasn’t the most aesthetic of locations and definitely did not have the upkeep of public ponds or national/state forest areas, there was something a little enchanting about a little semi-stagnant pool we found beneath a small dam.

The way the water swirled into its soft current seemed promising.

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And we were not disappointed. This little bass infested pool in Tank Creek provided a fun opportunity for us to experiment with different lures and techniques.

The most successful seemed to be a version of the slow pitch jig using soft plastics like the Zoom U Tail in June Bug or the Zoom Lizard in Chartreuse/Pumpkinseed (6″).

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Unfortunately, the creek was relatively close to the road so Brook did not have the luxury to roam like at Kiest.

Through trail and error, we managed to toss our casts softly under bushes and small rock bunches which produced some of our best bass catches yet.

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We also utilized use of 6″ Yamamoto senkos in various colors. We always used a off-set hook, a texas rig (since the creek is full of snags), completely weightless. The creek was small enough that we did not need any additional weight for casting strength.

Who knew that such a small space held such nice fish!

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We came back to this area since it was so close a couple times and continued to have relatively good success. The small pool combined with it being not fished often seemed to push our luck.

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However, due to the nature of North Carolina’s thick woods, we did sacrifice many lures to the fishing gods in trees and even worse, to snapping turtles.

Sadly as the months grew colder, the bites came less and less, but we did discover a large gill population.

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A fun discovery close to home that allowed us to practice a myriad of techniques and baits in a confined area. It was nice to find a “training pool” so to speak!

Failure

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Failure sucks. I want to say I have probably failed at more things than I have succeeded at in life.

Fishing always strikes me as the perfect anecdote for failure and practical exercise for persistence. They say if you want to be a great fisherman, all you have to do is come back after skunking time and time again. Not give up.

In life and in fishing, this is always easier said than done. Failure hurts. Beats you up real good, then spits you back out a little more vulnerable and disappointed than you came in. But instead of wondering if we will do better next time, what if we just assume that we will always do better next time? What if just getting back out there is truly all it takes?

I just failed monumentally at something in life I had been training up for years for. US Army Ranger School. During the first week, of all things. Made it through every event until the very last one. Came up completely flat. Left me questioning my capabilities as a human being, my mental capacity to stay the course, and my deserving of even setting food in the gate.

I was counseled by my chain of command this morning for being sent and coming back empty handed. I was asked if I wanted to try again.

There is no other answer than yes. Always try again. Always get back out there.

It’s no longer a story of luck, or even skill. It’s pure, relentless grit, and an iron will. Drive on. You will always be a better person for getting up, dusting yourself off, and getting after it, no matter  what. Never give up.