It was a rainy start to the month of May, and the weather was chilly and overcast. We were on a later start than usual, but quickly had the boat hitched up and ready to go. However, as we started driving away, we noticed a horrible clanking sound. After some inspection, it turns out one of the bearings on our trailer was… well, see for yourself.
good bearing vs. bad bearing
Fortunately, we were able to find a farm supply store and get completely new rotors and bearings. A few hours, and a lot of elbow/mechanics grease later, we were back in business. The day was half gone, but we refused to let that stop us from what we set out to do: fish!
It wasn’t until about 1pm that we finally dropped the boat in the water. Since we were looking to save time, we decided to stay close and fish the y-shaped cove between the boat ramp and Three Fingers Cove. Although the water was only 58 degrees, the cove had an interesting range of depths and an intricate coast line.
Since the water was cooler, I decided to go with a Texas rig with an unweighted hook and a watermelon colored Senko worm. I figured the slow moving bait would be ideal for the slow moving bass that were lazily splashing near the shoreline.
I landed my casts all near the shore between heavy structure such as trees and rocks. I let the bait sink slowly and waited several seconds before slowly pulling up again. After a couple casts, I felt something tugging back! I set the hook and managed to reel in a medium sized bass. Then another. And another. All were only about 1-1.5 lbs in weight and 12-16 inches in length, but still put up a nice fight!
We rounded the corner, and I dropped my lure next to a large boulder that was along the shore. Once again, I felt something tugging back. However, this time, it was something much bigger! I took my time, reeling in as the fish neared the boat, and letting the drag do its work when it struggled back. With a little patience, I was finally able to bring the fish aboard. And it was a beauty at 4.33 lbs!
My luck continued with a few more fish, all similar in size to the first three I caught. However, it seems I was the only one having any luck. One of us ended the day with seven fish caught, and the other with none. But as the saying goes, that’s why they call it “fishing” and not “catching”!
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