Saturday, July 7, 2018

Striper!



The sun loomed large and fiery in the rear view mirror and with it the promise of fish, the mighty Striper; and thanks to a friend's generosity we had a guide to put us there. Great result and a morning full of promise. Would it deliver?




It did, though it took a while, perhaps because the thunder, lightning and torrential rain of the night before had stunned the fish. After all, they're not used to Texas paying its weather tax.




Still, within a short blast across the lake we were getting results. Watch that rod go double and double again, as the ferocious predators tore into live shad. Big fun and a taste of things to come.




After an hour of scudding across the water from spot to spot, worth it for the ride alone, we ran into a school of Striper. There we were, waiting, when all of a sudden the bite switched on. 

Brisk action, as rod after rod twitched and was pulled down into the water; it was fish on and make no mistake, right on the stroke of 11 am.




We limited out shortly and headed back to the marina after a friendly chat with a game warden, who floated over to say hi. 




He has his hands full, dealing with lake riff-raff, clowns on speed boats and ne'er do wells up to aquatic skulduggery. Good guy. Then it was time to leave the lake, mission accomplished.




Big thanks to Pat and S.O. for a great day out on the water and a freezer full of Striper.

Fish on,

LSP

8 comments:

LL said...

That's a very respectable catch.

LL said...

Live shad...that's how it's done.

Adrienne said...

Whoa. I'm impressed...

LL said...

PS - When I first saw your title, I thought it was about soiled doves working at a honkey tonk -- stripper.

LSP said...

We certainly caught our limit, LL, and live shad worked, no doubt about it. But it wasn't stormy, that was the night before.

No, not the stripper! The WEATHER.

LSP said...

Big fun, Adrienne. Slow going at first, then BOOM.

Brig said...

Nice catch! Gotta be on a guided boat once'n a while to maintain confidence.

Adrienne said...

FYI

A man get stopped by a game warden with his basket full of fish.

Warden: do you have a permit for all these fish?
Man: no sir. These are all my pet fish.
Warden: your pet fish? How's that?
Man: well, every night I take all my pet fish for a walk to the lake, I let them swim for about half hour and then I whistle and they all come back and jump in my basket and we go home. We do this every night.
Warden: Well that's just a crock of lies!!
Man: here I'll show you... (Releases the fish in the lake)
Warden: well this I got to see!!
5 minutes later...
Warden: well??
Man: what?
Warden: the fish!! Where's your pet fish??
Man: what fish??