Well, small craft all weekend made me decide to keep clear of the bay and ocean. I was going to take my boat out to the lake, but after a long night of drinking, I was just happy to wake up before noon.
I saw that the lakes had a recent stocking so grabbed my small 2# trout outfit and a couple of trout rigs and loaded up the bike. Maybe I could exercise by riding the bike down to get all of this blah out of me.
Rolled around the lakes to see nothing caught. I saw a bass totally crash the surface and already had a castmaster tied on. 3 casts later and I snag my first shad I've ever seen out of these mud puddles!
I pitched it right back out and BAM! The little two pound got rocked! Big fish! Fugger jumped and the line snapped. Probably a 4-5# fish swimming off with my castmaster... ugh...
I tied up a little tube jig/power worm combo and started hard twitching it to try and get a reaction bite... Totally worked like a charm! First bass was only about 13 inches, but scrappy. Just as I lipped it on the shore, a cart rolled around. Long story short, I didn't take a picture.
The bass started to bust more and more as I kept casting. I finally hooked up again! And AGAIN!!!! and lost another....
The second two were respectively really nice bass for 2 pound test. The first one made for a great shot of the mini jig.
Just as I was ready to go, I get slammed by the bigger model.
Never saw a trout all day. Maybe the pelicans ate them all??? But I went 3 for 5 on the bass and pretty decent ones also! Not a bad way to nurse a hangover, although the pedal home was a bit tough and I was all jelly legs from my "lack of physical activity" style body. LOL
Thanks for reading!