In a mad bid to escape the fawning worshipers of Bruce "Caitlyn" Jenner, I drove to Lake Whitney. The Lake's a good 20' high and areas that are usually used for recreation are flooded. I checked some of those out, to see if there was a fishing opportunity.
Sure enough there was, with catfish readily visible in the shallow water, feeding off worms and bugs. Recce over, I went back to the truck, got a rod, and tried to catch a few fish.
Many different lures later, I was empty-handed, though I saw lots of fish and reckon that the right bait would've produced a good result. Maybe I'll try casting with worms and using chicken liver on a couple of stationary rods.
But whatever, it was good to get out on the bank and cast away. I find it peaceful and recollecting as well as exciting. What if the next cast gets a big strike! I always think. Well, we live and hope.
Fish on,
LSP
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The rising water level brought about a lot of new feed, so they won't be likely to react to much unless it's by luck.
My take entirely. Still fun, though.
Next time LSP! As you mentioned it's in the anticipation of the maybe's...maybe, must maybe you'll be eating fresh fish, if not there's always the supermarket! :-)
Cheers.
Cheetos, they'll hit Cheetos, you just have to be gentle with the cast.
Alright there, Darlin. There's always the next time!
I'll give the Cheetos bait a go -- thanks for the tip!
That is why I enjoy fly fishing. You can spend all day casting, changing flies, not catch a fish or get even a rise from one, and still have a very enjoyable time being outside. It is the process and not the outcome that is the fun part.
Putting some truth to the adage about a bad day of fishing beats a good day of work!
I should take up fly fishing, Bill.
There's truth in that, Mattexian! Must fish more...
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