I goof around at the house and get to the ramp at 9:00 Sunday morning.
Parking lot is full. Full of color
(that dabm pink camo sticks out like a sore thumb).
I park in the ditch and run part way up the chanell to fish a bluff wall drop that usually SMOKIN HOT this time of year.
Dropshot for about 20min and nothing.
I then run over to Panther with intentions of finding those fish that HAVE NOT been there in two years.
I decide I need more color in my jerrkbait, so, I grab a bright one. Here's KEY:
1) Not caught any fish in Panther in two years.
2) Never caught a fish on this particular jerkbaits.
3) I'm sticking with it and gonna CHANGE THAT TODAY!!
I catch snot grass, sticks, stobs, leaves, crap. EVERY CAST. Half of me is wondering why this jerkbait is running so deep. The other half is PLEASED that the planets have aligned, and, I've obtained the skill to make a pointer dive to 12ft.
4hrs later, I'm back at the bridges, and for some reason, I just drop that jerkbait over the side of the boat. It disapears FASTER than an anchor. Upon closer inspection. It's full of water.
It takes me about half a second to get pissed enough to go home right then. I been draggin a defective jerkbait with trebble hooks on it, across the bottom of the lake, for FOUR DABM HOURS!!
I decide. I'm an idiot and I go home.![]()
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