Get To Water

 

Up at first light, a quick cup of hot tea, rods in the truck and off to an obscure marina near Mission #2. I was hoping for topwater, to my mind the best fishing action, and cast off with a medium torpedo in search of bass. Sure enough, something out there in mid channel was thrashing about in piscine frenzy as it rose from the depths onto schooling shad. But it didn't want my nifty torpedo lure. Huh.

Typical

On reflection, the aquatic ambush predator was probably a gar, or several, and they're not really after plastic torpedoes, they want fish, especially shad. So I should've set up a gar rig and cast off with frozen shad. Oh well, next time. Topwater not producing, I switched to worms and caught a bluegill, which is always fun even if they're small.

Gar are big fun to fish and they're prehistoric, which is cool

Next stop, Soldiers Bluff on Lake Whitney, just minutes down the road, and worms didn't work but top and just subsurface lures showed promise, with a mighty bass (striper?) surging up on the plastic several times but... I didn't close the deal. Still, exciting to watch and as always, good for the soul to be out by the water in the clean, sage-smelling country air of the Texas Free State.

Speaking of water, you may have noticed the UK's Home Office is giving Moslem boat invaders asylum seekers brochures telling the military aged males that rape isn't allowed in the UK. More on this unsavory, absurd, traitorous, dhimwhitted story later.

Fish On,

LSP

Don't be a Loser, Get on The Boat

You're thinking, I know, if only I had a boat I'd catch a lot of fish. On the lake. And I don't blame you, it makes sense. With that in mind I climbed aboard a friend's boat, rod in hand and ready for action.

We zoomed across Lake Whitney to Steele Creek, then trolled upstream just after first light, with mist rising off the water. There weren't any banjos, but there should've been. There was, however, a great chorus of turkeys from along the banks. But not a lot of fish.

In fact, we caught one, a medium size Sand Bass. Undaunted, we fished several coves, channels and creeks, but nothing. Not a bite, and we weren't the only ones, no one seemed to be catching anything on the lake that morning.

The next day, my boat pal's 8 year old Grandson caught 7 Stripers in one of the coves we fished, using exactly the same lure, a silver shad of some sort, that'd been so unsuccessful the day before. There's a moral in that, somewhere.

In other news, I saw a wild turkey strutting through the streets of downtown Whitney this morning. It was a hen.

Fish on,

LSP