Norris Reservation - Norwell

My brother, myself, and my son took a 30 minute break from a family gathering and drove down the street to Nobs Reservation to see if there were any Rainbows biting.
Nobs is where I stopped in one day to take a few casts and caught a few nice Rainbows.
I took maybe 10 casts with my black/silver Rooster Tail and my son was casting a gold goldfish.
No hits. It was cold, I think it was only 40 degrees but it felt much colder.
I should note, I managed to cast my Rooster Tail into a tree on my last casts. This is the same Rooster Tail I've been using since April.

Heard Pond - Wayland

I met Andy at 5:30am in Sudbury, after grabbing coffee we were pulling up to Heard Pond just at day-break. Cold. Very cold. I believe it was 27 or 28 degrees when I woke up. Ice continually froze up my rod eyes as well as my line guide on my bait-caster. A good chunk of the back cover was crystallized with a thin sheet of ice. We were pretty much there (at least I was) for one reason: Pike. I ran 3 rods with steel leaders. One with my large silver/black willow blade spinner bait, one with a large silver Blue Fox spoon and the bait caster I switched between my Squirrel tail Aglia #5 and a large Mepps Musky Killer (pictured). After making at least 2 full passes around the pond I had one solid strike and managed to land one nice Largemouth (pictured). Andy did a lot of trolling and pulled up 2 nice Yellow Perch. The water was very low and the spinners were constantly picking up weed. This might have been m final open water trip until Spring.

Assabet River - Ben Smith Dam - Maynard

I stopped in just before dark and took 20 of so casts total. I took a few casts into the falls, a couple across the rips and the rest at the rotted tree. No hits at all. Amazing what a little rain an d a few days can do. Just before I left I tied on the small Zarra Spook and again, no hits.

Assabet River - Maynard

I took off for roughly 30 minutes and stopped by the dam to take a few casts. I was surprised to see how much the water lever had risen after only a day of rain. It seemed as if the water level came up a foot, at least. It didn’t help much anyway, the water is still a couple of feel below normal. I had only one hit out of my 30 of so casts. Surprising since this spot has been so hot lately. Something of size snapped at my Rooster Tail. I noticed a slow flash and saw a silvery side of a fish. It was hooked for no more than a second before my spinner started up again. Skunked at the dam.
Later in the day I took my wife to a craft fair at the Maynard Elks and decided to check out the river with he kids. I took out my rod; now with a small Zarra spook tied on I was able to take a few casts. One small hit, probably a Sunfish, nothing else around. The water also seemed a little high and fast moving. The clarity seemed fine but the fish just weren’t there.

Assabet River - Ben Smith Dam – Maynard

Again, back at the Ben Smith Dam. This time I fished the Falls and down past where I normally fish. After catching only one Fallfish I drove over to the other side of the river. I climbed down the bank and was able to fish the other side of the river that I have been looking at for years. I’m not exactly sure why I never went over there before, I never really needed to. But now, with the water so low, I was running out of places to cast. 6-4-2 was my ending creel. 6 Fallfish, 4 Largemouth, 2 Pickerel. The Bass and Pickerel were all pretty small. I did manage to pull in one long Fallfish. One Pickerel that I landed was bleeding from the gills. A bleeding fish is usually not a good sign. Unfortunately, I was forced into some emergency oral surgery to free the treble hook that was deep into the fish’s throat. Once released, he snapped back into action and swam away.

Assabet River - Ben Smith Dam – Maynard

Again, back at the Ben Smith Dam. This time I fished the Falls and down past where I normally fish. After catching only one Fallfish I drove over to the other side of the river. I climbed down the bank and was able to fish the other side of the river that I have been looking at for years. I’m not exactly sure why I never went over there before, I never really needed to. But now, with the water so low, I was running out of places to cast. 6-4-2 was my ending creel. 6 Fallfish, 4 Largemouth, 2 Pickerel. The Bass and Pickerel were all pretty small. I did manage to pull in one long Fallfish. One Pickerel that I landed was bleeding from the gills. A bleeding fish is usually not a good sign. Unfortunately, I was forced into some emergency oral surgery to free the treble hook that was deep into the fish’s throat. Once released, he snapped back into action and swam away.