Mad dogs and Englishmen, what do they do? They go out in the noonday sun, or so it's claimed. To test this theory I loaded up the rig with a couple of rods and headed for the lake in the pyramid peak intensity of the Texan sun.
Were there any mad dogs at Soldiers Bluff? Yes there were, doing mad dog stuff on the opposite bank. Was there anyone else? No, there was not, only me, and it was starting to look like the old adage was true. Even the fish, our piscine adversary were lying low.
To test the theory further, I headed over to the other side of the dam, you know, follow the science. And guess what? It was deserted, no one was there, not even a mad dog, they were on the other side of the dam, crazily frolicking in the hot water.
No, there was just one Englishman with a US passport, some frozen shad, a few rods and the ovenlike heat of Texas in the midst of a regular day in June. Hot, so hot your eyelids are sweating while the fish, heatshocked, hang deep in cooler water.
It's a challenge and a good one. You've proved the old noonday axiom, LSP, I thought to myself, grimly tying on a #6 hook, will you get a fish? Serious question, and a seriously bad time to try your luck against our finned friends. You see, they just don't want to know, too busy sensibly sleeping out the heat.
Undeterred, I cast off with shad and worm. But where? Into the shade of the spillway's fishing pier, get the science? And lo and behold, reeled in Black Drum and Perch variants. What does this mean.
That no, fish as well as mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the noonday sun, at least in Texas. Science has shown us this. Also, it may be hot as a preheating oven but get out there in the country and fish. Good for mind, body and soul.
Tight Lines,
LSP
21 comments:
Not Texas, but I bucked many a hay bale at 9,000' in August Colorado.
Congratulations, Parson. I guess the shade of the pier did the trick.
Be safe and God bless.
It's like a sweat lodge - without the lodge, of course.
You never know when fish will strike but I've had my best luck in the mornings and evenings.
Fishing is raaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaacist you systemic white raaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaacist!!!
Nothing wrong with a black drum that a little corn meal and a frying pan can't fix. The problem with sushi is, most places forget to cook it.
"Mad Dogs and Englishmen" is a pretty good live album, if you are a fan of Joe Cocker.
I see fish tacos in your future!
If nothing else, it is DEFINITELY peace and quiet! :-)
There's always that, NFO, and no bad thing. But I do like action.
Pewster, yum!
Hah! DOS! Hit that nail right on the head. Might have to post. Hmmm.
Alright? ROLL RIGHT.
Wild, I've tried cooking up B Drum and it didn't go so well. Maybe because of where the fish was eating?
I know, LL, morning and evening.
I broke that rule yesterday and still caught, hot though.
They were hiding out there, Linda. Well, you can't blame 'em, it was ferociously hot!
I can picture that, WSF.
Respect.
Here in the Holy City of New York we are dealing with very cool temps. 'Cuz everyone knows global warming leads to cooler temperatures. The science is settled on this.
They also go to Swindon.
I dunno, Rev. I ate all mine out of clear running Ozark streams but I wouldn't have thought there would be any problems with Central Texas lakes. I can't account for it.
That's the beauty of science, Infidel. It's colder because it's hotter. Go ask Martha's Vineyard.
Juliette! Some say a Saturday night out in downtown Swindon is courage bordering on reckless abandon.
Hmmmm. Wild, clear Ozark's better than the dam spillway... still, the lake's clean enough. Maybe time to give the drum another go.
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