I put in at Chester Frost on Saturday around noon. Got a late start but was not feeling bad about it. Was not expecting a bass tournament there so I was a bit surprised to find the lot almost full. After launching and tying up, I parked and made my way back to the dock. I had noticed a fellow at the ramp but did not think much of it as Chester Frost is usually a busy place. Just as I got back my little tinny, I hear someone calling out to me. It seems the fellow I saw was trying to load his boat and his remote battery had died. His boat was drifting away! He asked if I could help, and of course I said get in. Now folks, if a person is not a bit familiar, with an aluminum v bottom from the 60's it takes a bit of balancing to get in and out of the old girl, especially if you are used to the more modern craft. Well, the gentleman managed to acquire a seat and we went to secure his craft. He thanks me and tells me he had caught his limit of crappie that morning and I asked if he would mind sharing the area. Well, he caught them in the area I was planning to fish. We said our byes and best wishes and off I go. My first spot was not very productive, so I let the wind push me along. As I passed an area I was casting, when I started catching the yellow bass. I slowed the drift and stayed in that area and slowly drifted to the next dock. Then it was on. Under the dock, around the dock, crappie was being friendly. My new crappie rod worked well, and my shorter rod did also. As it was getting late, I decided it was time to load up before it got dark. I made my way back to the ramp, but it was full of the tournament folk checking in. So, I decided to fish a pier close by while I waited. Once again, I got on a few.
Long story longer, sometimes a helping hand, and a little patience, is rewarded with a little help from on high. :fish.
