Got out this AM for an interesting run of 8 fish from 20 - 24" in the river. I haven't seen any bait at all swimming around my dock, so I assumed that my best shot would be in a small mud cove where there are plenty of grass shrimp. My hypothesis was correct in that all the fish had "dirty gums", proof that they were rooting in the mud for breakfast. The other interesting thing, and the adjustments I made to deal with it, was the fish were doing their typical normal early season thing of traveling in small packs; only 2 of the fish caught were the first attack of the cast on my popper. The rest were after I had solid hits or hooked fish that were lost. One landed fish was the fourth hooked fish on that cast. It took "Joe Cockerish" spasms to get a hookup after the initial unsuccessful fish, but I just starting singing "A Little Help From My Friends" and channeled my best version of John Belushi doing Joe...
Even though I was sorely tempted to sit home and have a second cup of coffee, it ended up being a most delightful morning. Many find excuses not to fish, and I almost committed that mortal sin today, mea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxima culpa. So glad that the inner voice screamed at me to get off my butt and fish!!
Even though I was sorely tempted to sit home and have a second cup of coffee, it ended up being a most delightful morning. Many find excuses not to fish, and I almost committed that mortal sin today, mea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxima culpa. So glad that the inner voice screamed at me to get off my butt and fish!!
