We launched an hour-and-a-half before sunrise, so we fumbled around in the dark draggin’ a worm until the sun came up. Even though I know the precise location of every grass clump in the lake, I waited until first light to move to the inside edge.
Two Texas-born ******** who like gettin’ each other’s goat, I was happier than a puppy with two peckers when I struck first, yankin’ a three-pounder clean out of the veggies. Not wantin’ to get left behind, Todd picked up his senko rod and wrestled a four-pound tub from the weeds. The fish fought hard. It swam under the boat and thumped the hull hard enough to feel the boat shake. I took his picture and complimented him, “That’s a very nice two-pound fish.”
He looked at me sideways and continued fishing senko. I said, “I’m fixin’ to really piss you off.”
He replied, “Wha’cha goan’ do, catch one on weightless fluke?” which is precisely what I did. He said, “I like your fluke technique, how you give fish-catching action to the lure with deadstick and totally slack line.”
I acknowledged his critique with one-finger salute, released the fish and promptly bagged a fun-fish on Texas-rigged craw-worm.
He knocked me right off my high horse by wrestling ANOTHER four-pounder from the grass.
I sized up the fish, “Two-eleven...”
We wound up with ten between the two of us. Off at 10am. Looking forward to next weekend, could actually be fall fishing by then!
Two Texas-born ******** who like gettin’ each other’s goat, I was happier than a puppy with two peckers when I struck first, yankin’ a three-pounder clean out of the veggies. Not wantin’ to get left behind, Todd picked up his senko rod and wrestled a four-pound tub from the weeds. The fish fought hard. It swam under the boat and thumped the hull hard enough to feel the boat shake. I took his picture and complimented him, “That’s a very nice two-pound fish.”
He looked at me sideways and continued fishing senko. I said, “I’m fixin’ to really piss you off.”
He replied, “Wha’cha goan’ do, catch one on weightless fluke?” which is precisely what I did. He said, “I like your fluke technique, how you give fish-catching action to the lure with deadstick and totally slack line.”
I acknowledged his critique with one-finger salute, released the fish and promptly bagged a fun-fish on Texas-rigged craw-worm.
He knocked me right off my high horse by wrestling ANOTHER four-pounder from the grass.
I sized up the fish, “Two-eleven...”
We wound up with ten between the two of us. Off at 10am. Looking forward to next weekend, could actually be fall fishing by then!