I felt a bit under the weather last week, so I didn't get much fishing in, but come Friday I was feeling better and anxious to cast a line. The girls had a friend for a sleep over so after I made them some lasagna and we ate dinner, I headed to the Roost. This is following some rainy days, and several days of gray. The sun was blazing earlier today, and so I hoped the cold blooded bass would be on the feed. As I pulled up I intended to pass by my favorite holes, in search of those other areas that might hold some pre spawn fish. From the car though, I could see a lot of commotion and it was too much for me to pass up. I ran down the bank and started casting to every circle or splash I could reach. Sometimes a wacky rigged worm produces well for me in this situation, and other times no matter what I throw, these heavy feeders are just not interested. A person can become bust drunk quite quickly, only to realize later that much time has passed and you still haven't the first fish to show for it. I stopped myself and did not throw away the Senko, but moved it to a worm hook and Texas rigged it with a 1/8 of an ounce weight. The fish below was still kicking when I walked up to him. I tried to get a pic of the otter that was feeding on him, but I couldn't focus in the dark and he would leave when I got to close. I came back later and he had finished the whole thing.
It was a Strike King model of stick bait, in a sweet potatoe pie color that took my first fish. Texas rigging changed the speed of fall and the action, and I like to try different colors and approaches to see where my boundaries are. I worked this for a while, concentrating on ambush points and trying to find unique features that I had not thoroughly fished before. It slowed down and so I went rummaging through my pack, and low and behold, in a package of other worms, there she was, a single Slurpie in bluegill. I put it on and worked a slight arm that came out not far from a patch of Lily pads. I fought a fish and lost it. Never should a man move on immediately after losing a fish or missing a set. I cast back in and connected with another bass. After I released it, I made the same cast again and upsized.
The water continued to explode and if my lure was out of the water I would make the occasional cast to these blow ups, but for the most part, I looked for the obscure and cast to possibilities, and caught fish.
I checked the boat ramp with a shakey head jig, adorned with a Strike King fat baby and took the little guy above. The wacky style approach wasn't getting any bites for me tonight, and it is a great technique, but not always appropriate. There are wacky jigs though that will add weight to your presentation and increase the fall rate; this may have been an option here but I didn't have any of those jigs.
The bass below made my Slurpie dissappear, and it all seemed to die off after that
A Seminole Killifish for those who like to look at the forage like I do.
Forty years old and still in awe of the outdoors.