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No one fell for the ol’ “cold front shut ‘em down.” There were a half dozen yaks and a couple of bass boats on the water when I launched at 6:45 A.M. I fished for nearly two hours without a bite, but most of that time was transit at the Pond Prowler’s speedy 2.5 MPH. I started throwing a 1.5 perpendicular to the shore. I got three in short order: bam, bam, bam! Nice mean Decker reed runners. Heck yeah!
I wanted to catch a fish on the lures my son had picked out for my Christmas gift. I o-ringed the Goby colored senko and cast it up to the reed edge. I was trying mind over matter to get a bite. I’m not going to lie the kid. I ran a hundred yard stretch without a bite. Does this color work? My line jumped and I set the hook on a cutie-pie. Alright! Shoot a text to the boy, and then bam, bam, bam, bam! Four more on the Goby senko! I’m having a blast now, the beautiful winter morning, the hungry fish, the storied reservoir.
I drifted up to a point and I cast out a Texas rigged BBH. I hopped it twice and it got throttled. I r’ared back and got a good bend in the rod. The tub jumped and it was a big’un. I started talking to myself for the expert advice! She jumped again, but she was hooked good, the Gama thin wire 000 EWG thru the corner of her mouth. She went a couple ounces over five pounds. Hell to the yeah!
I skipped the cove and went to the next point which is loaded with hydrilla. I picked up my heavy Texas-rig: 7’3” MH with the Speed Freak reel. I threaded a black Zoom Z Craw on the Gama thin wire 0000 EWG. I use thin wire hooks, I just don’t have the guns to set a super line hook, doh! I cast it to the outside edge. I creeped it back, ever so slowly. Felt the slurp, r’ared back and Fish On! Yea buddy! A nice two pounder, on a beaver no less! I sent the boy another thank you text. I wish everyday was Christmas!
I felt the wind picking up. I really wanted to stay on this point, but I was a long, long way from the ramp, dead into the wind. Oh boy! I resigned myself to a brutal transit. I picked a course, quartering the whitecaps. Slight doubt creeping in. I got to the peninsula and felt a little better. I felt good enough to cast the senko, BAM, fish on! That was fun, now back to survival mode. I rounded the point of the peninsula right into the teeth of the 15 knot SSW wind. I extended my auxiliary, the e-paddle I always have on board. I was digging like a Town Lake rower, pulling for the park, trying to supplement the battery. I switched to my reserve battery and kept rowing. I reached the lee of the park and secured the paddle. Off at 12:30 P.M.
I wanted to catch a fish on the lures my son had picked out for my Christmas gift. I o-ringed the Goby colored senko and cast it up to the reed edge. I was trying mind over matter to get a bite. I’m not going to lie the kid. I ran a hundred yard stretch without a bite. Does this color work? My line jumped and I set the hook on a cutie-pie. Alright! Shoot a text to the boy, and then bam, bam, bam, bam! Four more on the Goby senko! I’m having a blast now, the beautiful winter morning, the hungry fish, the storied reservoir.
I drifted up to a point and I cast out a Texas rigged BBH. I hopped it twice and it got throttled. I r’ared back and got a good bend in the rod. The tub jumped and it was a big’un. I started talking to myself for the expert advice! She jumped again, but she was hooked good, the Gama thin wire 000 EWG thru the corner of her mouth. She went a couple ounces over five pounds. Hell to the yeah!
I skipped the cove and went to the next point which is loaded with hydrilla. I picked up my heavy Texas-rig: 7’3” MH with the Speed Freak reel. I threaded a black Zoom Z Craw on the Gama thin wire 0000 EWG. I use thin wire hooks, I just don’t have the guns to set a super line hook, doh! I cast it to the outside edge. I creeped it back, ever so slowly. Felt the slurp, r’ared back and Fish On! Yea buddy! A nice two pounder, on a beaver no less! I sent the boy another thank you text. I wish everyday was Christmas!
I felt the wind picking up. I really wanted to stay on this point, but I was a long, long way from the ramp, dead into the wind. Oh boy! I resigned myself to a brutal transit. I picked a course, quartering the whitecaps. Slight doubt creeping in. I got to the peninsula and felt a little better. I felt good enough to cast the senko, BAM, fish on! That was fun, now back to survival mode. I rounded the point of the peninsula right into the teeth of the 15 knot SSW wind. I extended my auxiliary, the e-paddle I always have on board. I was digging like a Town Lake rower, pulling for the park, trying to supplement the battery. I switched to my reserve battery and kept rowing. I reached the lee of the park and secured the paddle. Off at 12:30 P.M.


