I listened, like you should when you're fishing new water, but I wasn't getting anything over three pounds. That isn't a terribly bad thing, and I enjoy it regardless but the white pearl, black and purple, and even my go to plum and green pumpkin, weren't producing the bigger fish. I kept going back in my mind to the color of the craw, and the shiners that Lily was catching. There was orange, some gold/green and a lot of surface action. So I broke down and checked out the fishing section at Walmart.
There was a square bill that I thought might work, but the weeds are ridiculous in here and I only had about 4 dollars to spend, so I opted for the Culprit Gumbo in a 7.5 inch worm. It played on a lot more orange than the crawdad and I was hoping for a reaction strike. There are also a lot of water snakes, sirens and fresh water eels in some of these Florida lakes. Culprit lures have a great action, and the only problem I have with them is that bass will often drop them rather quickly.
A big bass go to for me, especially around creek mouths and shallows, has always been soft plastics that imitate snake colors. Sometimes I will go bigger than the 10 inch worms. This time they had 7.5, but I had noticed some banded water snakes about this diameter, and there are other small water snakes down here that are probably a shallow water staple. Yes, the bass were in shallow water, in the heat of September, but there is a spring in this lake not far from where I caught them and it had been raining all afternoon. I caught five bass, in the rain, in the shallows, in less than 30 minutes. The first 2 strikes tonight I missed, and one of those strikes I knew came from a heifer. I cast to the opposite direction to give her a chance to reload, and then tried the same spot again. She took it hard this time and buried me in the weeds, but the hook was set deep and held. I worry some times because I am using 10 pound mono in here due to the clear water. Well where are my little hecklers now, I was 10 years old again and found myself running to the house and banging on the door for someone to bring me a camera. Finally, I got one of the big ones out of here, and I went back to my old school trouble shooting; it felt good. I know what you're thinking, it was irresponsible to take him to the house, but she was out of the water for a total of 3 minutes. We ran her back down to the lake and she was still kicking; she even drew blood from one of my thumbs. A beautiful bass, a beautiful rainy day, and thank God for such a great hobby.
Forty years old and still in awe of the outdoors.