Rough start, motor was being cold natured. Said a few prayers and finally it dawns on me to trim the thing down. Viola! Ran like a champ after that. First stop trolling motor on 24V, nada. Click to 12V, not optimal, but we are fishing. Big Cedar hollow, ran a bank with a topwater and spinner bait, nada. Hit the 86 bridge with drop shot and spoon after marking plenty, nada. 0 for 2. Headed over to brushy….get crushed on a football jig….drag was not set…missed that one. My son was throwing a ned and missed a bunch. It had been awhile since he had been on the water and he had at least three swim it almost to the boat, he couldn’t figure out the slack line was a fish with the bait. Bank was just a little transition from bigger rock to gravel. Wind started to pick up. Decision time, run to Indian and have lunch and make a full day or pack up early. With the trolling motor issue I opted to split the baby, try a couple more things and then head to Hollister for late lunch.
We were 0 for a bunch, but at least made some sort of contact. I stopped at the smaller island in front of Big Cedar hollow. Graph was lit up like all get out. Tried to spoon and drop shot them, but with the motor getting puny I couldn’t hold us on them. Time to punt. Back to State Park and found a bank to run. Grab a ned myself and was just wanting to kill the skunk. Hit a little transition from bigger rock to smaller stuff again and the varmit was swimming fast towards the boat….no more white stripe thanks to a mercy dink smallie. That was enough of that. He ate it deep and it took a few dips in the water to carefully dislodge it. No blood, swam off strong. Enough of that. Grabbed the rock crawler and took another pass in the little transition spot. Made a few cast and finally felt some good weight and reeled into it. Number two was on and I got a couple of nice aerials out of him. After that we packed it in for a post session lunch and McD’s. Life has been pretty unrelenting for about a year and it felt good to get some quality time on the water. Horrible photographic evidence provided my ace photographer….who cut off the top of my head.
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