Tuesday, June 5, 2018
After a short nap we headed over to Dale Stokes' place to take him some ribs and let Mrs O. pet some cows. She likes to pet cows. I prefer eating them. Thanks, Dale!
That evening my rain making powers were proven once again. Don't doubt my powers!
Thursday, May 3, 2018
We spent some more time on that point chunking split shot flukes, then headed up into Little Caney for the rest of the day to avoid some high winds. We caught a few more here and there, then Dale hooked a 9 lb 10 oz monster that pulled like crazy.
Tuesday morning I met Dale again at 6 am and we were off to Little Caney again to get out of the wind. I caught a fish on my first cast and told Dale we should just go in now because that was bad luck. Fortunately he just laughed and we kept fishing. We hit a bunch of good spots catching fish here and there and ended up with 12 for the day. We mixed things up a bit throwing split shot flukes, baby brush hogs, senkos, shakey heads, and worms, mostly shallow, but never found a killer pattern. I did love the color, markings, and black spot on this one Dale caught. That's a pretty fish.
After repeating my most excellent siesta pattern at 2 pm, I met up with Jeff at 4 pm and we were off for some more fun. Jeff actually went straight back to the same spot Dale and I had finished at, and again I caught a fish on my first cast. Jeff said that was bad luck, but I reminded him I had already been casting for 8 hours earlier that day. That broke the ice. We fished that same area a little differently than I had with Dale earlier and we had a few more fish. Jeff had me pitch down a shoreline at about 6 feet and I got a nice 6 pounder right where he had called the shot. It was 6 even on the scale.
Wednesday morning was dark and cloudy and remarkably the wind was a bit lower. Dale took us over to the hog ditch and we worked that bank for awhile and caught a couple. After that we headed up to a high spot near the dam where we had a double. We saw lots of big fish moving around, but couldn't catch another near the dam. Chainsaw hump was next and we worked our way around til I caught a nice 7 lb 1 oz fish. She was a fightnin' son of a gun. That was a fun fish.
I met Jeff again at 4 pm and we headed up in the northeast arm to get out of the afternoon wind. Jeff caught a 6 pounder on his first cast and hardly fished at all after that. He worked really hard to get me bit the rest of the trip but the fish were just being ornery. We hit some great spots and used several techniques but the fish weren't playing. That never bothers me, it happens sometimes, but it always drives the guides crazy. When I was ready to go in at 8 pm, Jeff insisted we make one more stop, but the fish remained stubborn. I think we ended up with 3 in the boat, but I still had a great time. We did have a few sprinkles of rain so my reputation as the Lake Fork Rain God remains intact. Sadly, the beer girl was not waiting at my truck when we went in, but my fridge at the hotel room made up for that. I really enjoyed fishing with Jeff and I hope we get to go again, soon. He is running to become mayor of Wilmer (again) and I hope he wins!
As always we saw lots of wildlife around the lake. Raccoons, snakes, buzzards, nutria, deer, and lots of song birds. The soundtrack was awesome and we even found some banks with sweet smelling honeysuckle. I did get a surprise when I looked at this photo I took of a pretty yellow song bird. Notice the 6 foot banded water snake on the log behind the stump? I didn't til I saw this photo on my computer!
Friday, May 12, 2017
I got out to the lake about 3:30 on Sunday afternoon and found Monty had forgotten to leave me a note telling me which room I was in. I was able to get into room 2, it was clean, and moved my stuff in there. When I came out Dale was sitting in the parking lot. He said there were 3 tournaments happening down at the Minnow Bucket and it was a zoo with no parking. He decided we would use the ramp at Hook Line and Sinker. I asked him to call Monty to tell him which room I was in and he said Monty had said I would be in room 2. I guessed right!
We put in at the ramp and headed out for 4 hours on a beautiful Sunday afternoon. The 3 tournys had shied the fish so we only caught 4. We headed in about 8 pm around sunset. It was a slow start, but it sure felt good to have a rod in my hand again. We fished mostly split shot rigs with senkos and baby brush hogs working pockets and banks.
Monday we headed out about 20 minutes before sunrise and started out on a main lake point. We had about 20 by 8 am fishing Carolina rigs with flukes and baby brush hogs. I tell you the fish know when it is not the weekend anymore. After the morning bite ended, we moved around fishing banks and pockets throwing a combo of split shot rigs and Carolina rigs. We did find one group of trees that produced 6 fish, but mostly it was ones and twos around different spots. We ended up with a total of 39 for the day, which is a pretty good bunch of bass. Nothing over about 3 pounds.
Tuesday we headed out around the same time and again had good results on a main lake point using the same techniques. I think we had 18 by about 8 am. After that we spent a lot of the day back in Little Caney throwing split shots and wacky worms. We did try one deep water spot with Carolina rigs but the fish either were not there or not interested. We ground out another 15 fish over the rest of the day, with the best bite coming exactly at 8 pm on my last cast. We were back in a pocket pitching wacky worms and I had pitched out to one side of a tree with no bite. I decided to try the other side of the tree and was rewarded with a nice fight with a 6 pound bass. The fish had a huge gut and looked like she hadn't spawned yet.
As usual we saw lots of wildlife along the banks.
While sitting out the storm on Wednesday we heard that Tony, who runs the Minnow Bucket in the mornings, had suffered a heart attack and was in the hospital. Please keep him in your thoughts and prayers.
Wednesday, November 16, 2016
Sunday evening we decided to go for a big fish and spent the evening pitching jigs at stumps. I caught a couple of small ones and jumped off a few more. No big bites. Monday we left out at sunrise and stayed out til sunset. We pretty much threw the tackle box at them and boated 28 small bass and a few bar fish. We tried Carolina rigs, shakey heads, split shot flukes, tail kickers, jiggin spoons, and a few other techniques but never caught a fish over 3 pounds. We had some fun though. I think Pippin caught the most this trip. I did hook what I thought was a very nice fish. It wrapped me up so it felt even bigger than the 7 pounds or so it weighed. Unfortunately, it was a drum. Darn. Got me excited for a minute there.