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The lake was already heavily trafficked with rowers when I launched minutes before safe light. I started getting bit right away, boating a handful of senko fish. I had to skip over some shoreline because of floating grass. I resumed fishing at Congress where I got another handful of bass with TR trick worm. A parade of some sort drummed its way south across the river.
Its been a several months since I’ve fished Seaholm so I made turns upriver. God turned on His giant air conditioner and I put on my winter coat. I blanked at the Seaholm rocks. I moved up to fish the trestle. All morning I’d been hugging the pylons to give the rowers plenty of room. A one man scull was rowing upriver, so I gave him the lane and moved to the south of the trestle island. A coach boat hailed me, “Heads up fishing boat.” I saw two 8-person row boats changing lanes to row into oncoming traffic. I held my position close to the island. The coach boat again on the bull horn, “Heads up fishing boat.” The convoy of five boats shuddered to a stop. The exasperated coach asked, “Are you stuck?”
I said, “I’m drifting with fishing line out. I moved to this side of the lake to give you the right side of the lake like it shows on the city’s rowing map. You are on the wrong side. We are not in England.”
He said, “I guess we’ll go around.” They turned left and proceeded up the wrong side of the lake. I wondered if they were the Dartmouth team that comes to Austin to row in the winter because their lakes turn into a sheet of ice this time of year.
I got a couple of perch taps from the trestle but no catch. I went back to First street where I caught a fun fish with the big ribbontail. I caught three on Tokyo Rig from Congress, showing out for rowers. I drifted along the Statesman shoreline and caught a good’un on the senko. I fished my way on down river. My parking was expired so I took it to the ramp. I caught fifteen largemouth, not too shabby, not shabby at all. Off at 1:00PM.
Its been a several months since I’ve fished Seaholm so I made turns upriver. God turned on His giant air conditioner and I put on my winter coat. I blanked at the Seaholm rocks. I moved up to fish the trestle. All morning I’d been hugging the pylons to give the rowers plenty of room. A one man scull was rowing upriver, so I gave him the lane and moved to the south of the trestle island. A coach boat hailed me, “Heads up fishing boat.” I saw two 8-person row boats changing lanes to row into oncoming traffic. I held my position close to the island. The coach boat again on the bull horn, “Heads up fishing boat.” The convoy of five boats shuddered to a stop. The exasperated coach asked, “Are you stuck?”
I said, “I’m drifting with fishing line out. I moved to this side of the lake to give you the right side of the lake like it shows on the city’s rowing map. You are on the wrong side. We are not in England.”
He said, “I guess we’ll go around.” They turned left and proceeded up the wrong side of the lake. I wondered if they were the Dartmouth team that comes to Austin to row in the winter because their lakes turn into a sheet of ice this time of year.
I got a couple of perch taps from the trestle but no catch. I went back to First street where I caught a fun fish with the big ribbontail. I caught three on Tokyo Rig from Congress, showing out for rowers. I drifted along the Statesman shoreline and caught a good’un on the senko. I fished my way on down river. My parking was expired so I took it to the ramp. I caught fifteen largemouth, not too shabby, not shabby at all. Off at 1:00PM.