I stepped out for a minute to try my Zoom Brush Hog. Finally, I found the color I wanted at Bass Pro, and it was a little late in the morning for this lake, but I really wanted to throw it a few times. There is a bit of cold front and fairly strong winds with blue bird skies, and the lakes looks devoid of action. I don't even see the bait fish schools, but I walked on this turtle that was feeding in an area of dying vegetation. The mats have really shrunk, and so I threw for some pads. On my second cast there was that telling thump that led to another and then a set. Not a big one, but not bad for not expecting anything.
I love the Brush hogs and I never limit myself to fishing them one way. They are rather versatile and sometimes I Texas rig with a weight like today, because of the wind. On other days I will fish it weedless but with no weight. Sometimes I peg a weight, or sometimes I want it to follow the weight. If the bass are really slow and just mouthing it then I will pull off the appendages. That's the only real draw back with these though, and that is that the wings do not have a very good line to do so, but I make it work, or if I have a wacky rig ready I will toss that in instead. Sometimes the appendages are more than a bass wants to deal with at that time, but will readily slurp down one with the wings removed. It's like walking the dog in some lakes during certain times of the year; they just don't care for it, and you find something more streamlined and straight forward, with little side to side action and they slam it.
The Anhinga was out sunning himself on the dock, but I was on the bright side of this photo. I did a little better with the Heron when I moved to the other bank.
Pickles is doing well, and becoming quite skittish about movement. He is a much better climber and Lily has made a dirt box for him, where he practices burying acorns. The squirrel is a natural at it, but as proud as the girls are of him, they are upset that he is becoming timid. I told them this is as needs be, for what squirrel ever lived very long by not retreating to the trees. They do not make good pets for the most part, though I am sure there is the exception. My Aunt Dora had two rescues, a female that was very sweet and died of old age, and a male who was crazy and lived out his days in a cage. The female had the run of the porch and the wash room, and she never bit a soul, but I don't think that will be the case with Pickles. Their fist squirrel rescue, Silly, bit me really good, so I don't recommend going about and picking up wild animals, but my wife has the kind of heart to help them out.
Forty years old and still in awe of the outdoors.