I hooked and landed the first fish of the year, a smaller pike, just above 1 kilo i'd say.
Didn't weigh it.
It was a textbook spring pike.
The fish stood at a dropoff, attacked the fly after a few strips but missed.
I presented it in the same place again, stripped home a few times and BAM!
I set the hook and smiled but it wasn't that much of a fight, the water is still cold, in fact the ice is still clinging to the bays and covers the lakes even thicker.
Short fight, small male in waiting for spawning.
But the season has started!
|The culprit. Not the biggest pike i've caught, about 45 cm long.|
But few things beat the feeling of the first hook up of the year!