In a state dominated by discussions of biggest bass, whopper ploppers, which lake to fish, and glitter boats, I feel a little out of place with my draw to moving water. My quarry and overall experience isn't measured in inches or pounds, but rather the beauty and solitude of fishing for native fish in their native habitat. While I won't win any awards doing so, I have seen Alabama at it's most beautiful spots and have grown even more fond of the wonders our state has to offer while pursuing these fish. My hope is to instill that same appreciation in others.
This small, scrappy fighter lives in rocky streams lined with mountain laurel more at home on a postcard than in the back forty of a rural Alabama homestead.
I need a t shirt that says: "I went fly fishing for redeye bass, but instead all I got was leeches, posion ivy, and ticks." It's funny, because it's true.
While I mainly fish here in Alabama, occasionally I get the opportunity to jump around the southeast and pursue other species and forms of redeye bass. I made a run up to Georgia to catch Chattahoochee Bass. I think you'll see colors on these that are pretty unique for any bass.
As you can see, these fish and these waters are trophies. I also made a run to South Carolina to fish for native Bartram's Bass. Although the names, colors, and patterns change, the association with fast, cool, clean water remain the same. All of this leads to a pretty unique way to catch native bass!