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I ignored the blue norther forecast and put into a balmy P-ville at 3:30P.M. I got one on the mid-diver from the outside edge. I set anchor and got one on drop-shot. I moved a bit and got another on drop-shot. I cast Texas rig into the pondweed. I got a strike and swung, but my line broke. I retied the Texas rig and caught one a little further down the edge.
I was covering water, trying to locate a school. I’d just made it to the south shore when the wind came hard from the NW. I went into survival mode, ducking in the cockpit, wringing the troller to eleven and making turns for the mainlake point. I’ve washed up on the dam rocks more than once, so it gets a little intense for me.
As I hugged the west bank, I apologized to a bank angler for trespassing into his water. He said he understood what I was doing as he reeled in a fun-fish on a pit-boss. I made it to safety, the pond weed in the mouth of Copperhead Cove. I set anchor with plenty of rode tied to the bow. I attempted to fish with Texas rigged worm, but it was kinda windy.
I’m not going to let a little wind discourage me, but the sun touched the horizon and I headed for the ramp. I fished my way across the swim beach. As I neared the dam pocket, I cast TR up into the pondweed, BAM, fish on! Never let anyone tell you, “The cold front shut ‘em down.”
I was covering water, trying to locate a school. I’d just made it to the south shore when the wind came hard from the NW. I went into survival mode, ducking in the cockpit, wringing the troller to eleven and making turns for the mainlake point. I’ve washed up on the dam rocks more than once, so it gets a little intense for me.
As I hugged the west bank, I apologized to a bank angler for trespassing into his water. He said he understood what I was doing as he reeled in a fun-fish on a pit-boss. I made it to safety, the pond weed in the mouth of Copperhead Cove. I set anchor with plenty of rode tied to the bow. I attempted to fish with Texas rigged worm, but it was kinda windy.
I’m not going to let a little wind discourage me, but the sun touched the horizon and I headed for the ramp. I fished my way across the swim beach. As I neared the dam pocket, I cast TR up into the pondweed, BAM, fish on! Never let anyone tell you, “The cold front shut ‘em down.”