It use to be mostly weeds in here, but the cold has killed back that and a lot of the algae as well. You can see little baby bass in these pictures.
There was a teary eyed girl at the base of an oak tree, for many hours today. I think Pickles fell asleep somewhere in the tree, but eventually he came down right as we were about to leave. It was getting cold and he went straight for Lily:s pocket.
I did Black Friday once with Meegan, and a lady yelled at us for cutting in line. No, I said I am already done shopping so I am trying to get to the check out. When she pointed out to me that the check out line wrapped all the way around the store, we looked at each other, laid the stuff down and went home. Id rather go fishing, and the only thing that could have made it more cliché is if I would have been fishing for Black Crappie.
My fishing hole had been transformed into a winter wonder land. Very surreal, catching bass to the sound of sleigh bells ringing.
I threw a Slurpie which took 2 bass for me tonight and I missed another on it. My brother gave me a bag of these, in bluegill, but I have not been able to find them on the internet in this color. This was my wacky rig worm tonight, and I also took one more fish on a Bitter:s magic wand, but it was destroyed in the process so I Texas rigged a KVD Ocho, and that took two more fish for me, including my biggest catch.
This whole Black Friday business has me puzzled. The news showed people camped outside stores on Wednesday afternoon for Black Friday deals that would start on Thursday afternoon. Thursday was suppose to be Thanksgiving day, but it was apparently absorbed into consumer day, and yea, oh well.
It was a terribly difficult week at work, but a couple of fishing rods and a few hours by the water goes a long way to clearing the mind of its rubbish. A couple tried to help me with a photo.
A hotel in the background. I spend very little time at this end of the lake, but I could see them smashing shad. I broke off on snags 3 times with my drop shot so I left it for a wacky rig.
A Blue Heron was using the lights to fish as well, but he his so skittish about being approached. Everything is fine till I stop moving and make eye contact. He is very shy.
The wacky rig wash:t weedless. It was basically an Owner Mosquito tied with a polymer knot and then sunk in the middle, balanced portion of the Slurpie.
Some chubby little bass in there tonight. The Ocho was Texas rigged on a 4/0 hook with a small bullet weight on top.
I:ll try a few selfies, and its still not an easy thing with a fish.
Forty years old and still in awe of the outdoors.