My weekend angler modus operandi ain’t changed much in twenty five years: Wake at 4 a.m., pour a thermos of black coffee, throw a couple rods in an old Ford truck. Then I make my escape. I chuckle as I hit the door.
I made the commute up I-35, never going over twenty-under, vent window open and .38 Special playing on the stereo. I dropped in at Union Grove. Pond Prowler first, then Bass Cat, Skeeter, and Ranger. The folks in the Skeeter told me they’d been skunked the last couple days.
They all made it to their spots before I made it a hundred yards from the ramp. Yup, so much for if your not first, your last. I fished my way over to the big flat west of Union Grove. I got a stout strike on Texas-rig and boated a big goo. I rigged a different style and color of soft plastic, threw back out and caught another big goo.
I didn’t stray beyond a visual with shore because of the white out fog. I saw small bass busting shad on the outside edge. I moved over near the edge and got a couple cuti-pies on a walking bait. I was stayIng a cast length away and waiting for them to school up again when the Skeeter from the ramp rolled right through them on the big motor. Huh, wonder why they’re getting skunked?
I went back to Texas-rig and got three more small bass from the hydrilla. Since the wind was calm, I ventured uplake to the next channel swing but could not coax another bite. Off at 1p.m.
I made the commute up I-35, never going over twenty-under, vent window open and .38 Special playing on the stereo. I dropped in at Union Grove. Pond Prowler first, then Bass Cat, Skeeter, and Ranger. The folks in the Skeeter told me they’d been skunked the last couple days.
They all made it to their spots before I made it a hundred yards from the ramp. Yup, so much for if your not first, your last. I fished my way over to the big flat west of Union Grove. I got a stout strike on Texas-rig and boated a big goo. I rigged a different style and color of soft plastic, threw back out and caught another big goo.
I didn’t stray beyond a visual with shore because of the white out fog. I saw small bass busting shad on the outside edge. I moved over near the edge and got a couple cuti-pies on a walking bait. I was stayIng a cast length away and waiting for them to school up again when the Skeeter from the ramp rolled right through them on the big motor. Huh, wonder why they’re getting skunked?
I went back to Texas-rig and got three more small bass from the hydrilla. Since the wind was calm, I ventured uplake to the next channel swing but could not coax another bite. Off at 1p.m.