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I’m a weekend angler. I fish the weekend no matter what. I checked the Fake Radar at 6 A.M. Must have been hacked by the Russkies. Texas is in a protracted drought. There’s no way that rain is real.
I launched first, around 8 A.M. The weather was mild, save the bone-chilling cold, the torrential rain and the occasional lightning strike. I got three in the boat cranking in the first half-hour, but the bite slowed as the morning went.
I dredged up a massive mussel, the poor guy covered with Zebras. The runoff turned the cove murky and with no hydrilla to filter, the Zebras will feed hearty tonight. I switched to Texas rig and got four more. I lost a good’un boat side on the crank.
The water was muddy and 52°F. Off at 1:30 P.M.
I launched first, around 8 A.M. The weather was mild, save the bone-chilling cold, the torrential rain and the occasional lightning strike. I got three in the boat cranking in the first half-hour, but the bite slowed as the morning went.
I dredged up a massive mussel, the poor guy covered with Zebras. The runoff turned the cove murky and with no hydrilla to filter, the Zebras will feed hearty tonight. I switched to Texas rig and got four more. I lost a good’un boat side on the crank.
The water was muddy and 52°F. Off at 1:30 P.M.


