Woke up early, getting things ready for a day of fishing. Waiting on wife. Then she says she is too sick to go afterall. She had been fighting a cold of some kind. Non Covid. So off I go. Landed the one fish that bit.
Smallish…… but good enough to enter me into the Bobby Garland Prize Contest.
I kind of knew that there would be slim pickings. Water was at 87 degrees and the lake is less than six feet deep. I did get to do some testing.
The wobbler thingie doesn’t wobble at the speeds I troll. Boo Hiss. I should have guessed that, but had watched videos showing the thing moving through the water, and everything seemed fine. I had way way too many lures with me. Left my glasses in the truck, too. I was able to tie a few knots anyways.
There were three others out fishing, and they were dipping live baits in the grass and lilly pads. That lake just doesn’t produce many fish. I mean it is chock full, but they hide. Two years ago this time of year I was getting a limit of 25 fish in less than an hour. That was going on for a month and a half and there were hundreds of boats. They may have caught them all. I guess that is possible.
Tried to mail off some jigs Saturday but……two post offices were closed. I will have to take a lunch break and go and stand in line. Always a hassle to mail stuff. Always.
Still studying and have been looking at articulated flies and tube flies.


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