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| 1st Second of Forever |
I was going to head off to "Slap Out" to ride but the plan changed. Instead of driving to Hubbard, where they're "slap out" of stuff, I drove towards Itasca and visited a parishioner with a stocked stock tank. The plan was simple, catch fish, LSP!
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| Spinner |
With this objective front and center of the mental HUD I drove across the fields to the tank, parked up under the shade of a tree and gazed at the water. There were fish there, I knew that. Blue Gill, Catfish, Bass. How to get them?
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| Chatterjig |
I decided on a twofold approach. Drop some bait for the cats under a slip bobber towards the center of the tank and cast with smallish lures with rod #2 while waiting for the cats to bite. The casting part of the plan worked pretty well, with 6 Bass striking the lures.
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| Das Boot |
Their favorite, interestingly, was a small white chatterbait with a silver grub, and without the skirt, turning it into a kind of jig. A "chatterjig" I suppose; whatever, the Bass loved it and I lost track and time of the bobber, which drifted gently to the shore without catching much except an early catfish.
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| How did you get here? |
Now, the odd thing about this episode is that the tank is obviously rich in Bass but it was never stocked with them. A miracle, obviously.
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| how very gay |
In other news, old Etonian oil executive, Archbishop of Canterbury Justin Welby, has gone gay(er). You can read about it in the Telegraph. Welby, you'll note, has fish on his miter; he wasn't at the tank this afternoon.
Cheers,
LSP
