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Date: April 7, 2020 Body of Water: White Lake - Concord, MA Moon Phase: Full Moon - a few hours (Pink Super-Moon) Boat: None, Shore fishing with waders With: Alone Target: Stocked Trout Time: 4:15 PM - 7:00 PM Conditions: Too nice; low 60s, clouding up after a sunny day and inconsequential wind from all points of the compass. The water remains very clear. Substantial fishing pressure, both from accessible shoreline positions and about a dozen kayaks. I accessed the furthest point of the far end of the lake, and I had a couple of hundred feet of shoreline to myself for the evening. It really was a pleasant evening. I started with the green-and-silver Cleo spoon, but eventually expanded my presentations to include Count-Down Rapalas, grubs, tubes, a variety of spoons and a Rooster Tail French spinner. I fished slow and fast, shallow and deep. Other than two faint "ticks" on the far end of consecutive casts with a slowly tumbling, small white spoon, I had no indication that there were any fish in the lake. The bite was simply "off". A single kayak fisherman caught a small rainbow on a trolled golden spoon. That was the extent of action that I could observe for all the other fishermen, combined. Even the resident bald eagle spent more time scouting than fishing. Despite the flat, clear water, it spent all flight time soaring, and never attempted to dive on a fish. What do I have to say about this? For a few hours, I was able to concentrate on fishing. Little else mattered. The rest of the day's worries disappeared. I'll accept a skunk under such circumstances. Pondering the questions of core essence and finding meaning in unexpected ways
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