As I launched my boat for an evening of fishing I thought where could they be. The answer for me was no where in particular and it become a thing called Power Fishing cover as much cover as I could in the allotted time of fishing. When favorite holes are not producing I often go on a Power Fishing trip across Lake Conway it has paid off many times before and today was no different.
I don't know how many trees I fished today but I know it was allot. And just every now and then I felt the best feeling a vertical Jigger can ask for...A ThRHUMP.
You always know a Good Fish within just a few seconds of hooking him. From the time of the strike until you get him in the net, for me it is the most personal way to catch a beautiful slab. Just one man, just one pole, just one bait on the water with a pole raised high...bent over, the splash of a slab as it hits the surface. A Norman Rockwell moment. Tight Lines...


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