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  1. I got an early start. Put in at Campbell point, to target walleye. I tried a couple spots, nothing. Time for the bottom bouncer. I picked a channel swing with a gravel run out, picked up one 17 incher and a bunch of really small but feisty bluegill. I soon got tired of that. Went to another channel swing with a nice step, hit the spot lock, dropped a spoon(Binks many shad silver) and bam ! Found them ! I caught 19, 17" walleye and one 18" several spots, two were keepers, one fat white bass came off at the boat. It was nuts ! Then at 11am when the 1st wake boat plowed by, it was over. I have caught several walleye on tablerock but nothing this exciting ! You don't know how tempting it was to throw those 17" walleye in the box, they were fat, but I did not.
    21 points
  2. Sorry to hear of Bo's passing. I'll always remember him as someone who was an innovator and creator of unique lures for bass fishing. When you look at one of Bo's lures you are looking at something special and unique. I went fishing on Table Rock this morning, made it a point to fish a NuTech jig. Caught several.
    21 points
  3. This forum has been going for almost 16 years now. A lot of us have become family, although some have never met face to face. So it's always sad to lose a family member. I am sorry I never shared a boat with Bo. May be we should get together more often. The One Bass is one gathering.... may be we can have more gatherings. Just a thought.
    20 points
  4. Thanks for that observation, Bill. I will openly admit, when I first came across Bo and his seemingly outlandish posts, I strongly suspected he was full of it. And full of himself. But as the years passed and he posted pic after pic of his trips, I never once caught him in a fib or came across anything damning in his photos. Believe me, I tried. 😂 I came to realize along the way that this guy could fish. He believed what he believed and he put it to practice like the expert he was. You want to see some spoon fishing talent, watch his YouTube videos. Pretty impressive, especially when you look at the outdated electronics he was using at that time. He never did buy into livescope ... heck, he didn't need it. There was one issue that we finally agreed to disagree on, and that was line visibility in clear water. In fact, both of us realizing the other wasn't going to budge might have been the point at which we realized that we had a lot of respect for each other. I believe Bo knew Jesus as Lord and Savior and that he is up there now in a shiny new BassCat dropping a spoon on mixed schools of river LM, SM and spots. I hope to join him one day.
    18 points
  5. Fishrman

    Table Rock

    Spent Friday and Saturday up in long creek. Had 2 good days up there on a deep crank, square bill and hair jig. Channel swings and flats were all i fished in 2 days. Had good quality and numbers both days. The cranks i threw were 5xd and 6xd. Square bill was lucky craft bds 4. Rootbeer craw. Good luck when you get to go.
    17 points
  6. I guess you could say the good times are here now, and really rolling. For the past 3 to 5 years this fishery has had a growth explosion on not only our brown trout but perhaps more so on the rainbows. We've seen multiple state record browns caught and it really seems like a slow day if the guides don't have client's catch from 1 to 3 bows catch and release per trip over 20 inches. As a matter of fact its gotten so that my repeat clients even with catching trophy size rainbows no longer care about the certificate and the badge. "Been there done that." Numbers of fish in the restricted zone are unreal, with tons of quality 16 to 19 inch fish. They have been on a tear for the last 3 years just devouring scud patterns from size 10 to size 16 depending on flow. UV grey in bright condition and grey in cloudy. As water speed and moss flow dictate both jerk baits and small wlure crank baits can be fished with phenomenal results. Capt. Ducky has also established a night time guide service on the lower portion of the restricted zone that has produced fantastic catches. Yes, we have night fished the dam since it was built but Duane has opened a entire untouched portion of that zone. Wasn't very long ago when the bounty of a keeper brown in Phil's winter tournament took years to claim. No longer. Biggins are coming in every derby. Outside the zone from Fall Creek down for the most part can be just as spectacular. Live bait, pink worms, you choose. Most often if your there at the right time of day your going to be successful. Plentiful stockers and enough 16 plus inch fish to tickle most of us. Day before yesterday my 4 clients fished crawlers from Fall Creek thru Cooper Creek. They caught and released 10 fish between 18" and 21.5 inches. Not to mention the plethora off solid keepers between 13" and 16." I've been fishing here since the mid 1970's and did catch lots of big bows in the 70's, but not since then has this lake section of the White River produced the quality that's here now. About the only thing I can say about that is simply go out and have some fun on this spectacular fishery Good Luck
    16 points
  7. Here’s an update on Bo: The doctor just called with an update. Bo’s fever broke today and they were able to turn his oxygen down to 70% but his chest X-rays show increased fluid from the pneumonia so they are going to pronate him (put him on his stomach) for several hours. This has proven to be a beneficial treatment for covid patients on a ventilator, so the doctor hopes this will help him get past the worst of it. They will alternate front to back until they can wean him from the ventilator.
    16 points
  8. Maybe a Bo memorial tourney
    15 points
  9. Andy Hart Memorial VI "The best time to go fishing is when you can get away." - Robert Traver The sixth annual Andy Hart Memorial took place on June 23 – 26, 2021. This year we were back to a “full strength” group of 6 participants made up of three father/son pairs. The trip started in Tulsa a little later than anticipated as one of our pairs was still packing and prepping as our planned departure time came and went. The other 2 pairs were at the meeting spot (my house) waiting for the full cargo load to be present so we could properly load the big chevy van I borrowed from my brother. This actually worked out well, as the tardy group was the rookie contingent and therefore exposed themselves nicely to the ribbing they were surely going to receive anyway. By the time the rookies pulled their gear together and we got our vehicle loaded, we were on the road headed east just after 7AM. After a long but uneventful drive to Buffalo River Float Service south of Yellville, we were anxious to get on the river. BRFS made things very quick and easy for us. We were able to proceed directly to the access point at Rush, unload our gear directly into our canoes and hit the river. The van was to be shuttled down to our take-out spot at Shipp’s Ferry on the White River by BRFS. The ability to avoid additional shuttle time on either end of the put-in or the take-out spots was a very big plus for this year’s trip. I was surprised to see several groups of people around the Rush access point on a Wednesday. I expected the river to be quiet this far downstream and being the middle of the week, but most people were exiting the river here at Rush. There was only one family of four that I saw go past Rush in one canoe and one kayak. As we shoved off for our 4-day adventure, I could feel pressure leaving my body. All of the preparation and anticipation for another year’s trip was gone. The trip was here and now it was time to soak it in and just be present. We would not see another human outside of our group until Friday evening. Water levels that had been high for most of the spring had come down to a very nice level for floating, especially for these early summer days. The water was clear and only became clearer as the trip went on. The fishing was decent on day one for most of the group and while I was happy that my son was catching fish, I started to get a little annoyed after seeing him haul in number four or five on the day while I was still blanked. Of course, he didn’t help the situation when he started to rub it in and tell me that he was carrying our team. Naturally, we had wagers in place for the trip: first bass = $5 from each angler, largest bass for the trip = $20 from each angler, and the canoe with the most fish for the trip would get $20 from each angler. “Hey, hey, hey, only a river gonna make things right. Only a river gonna make things right. Only a river gonna make things right!” – Bob Weir (If you are reading this you will surely enjoy this Bob Weir song. Give it a listen) The lower Buffalo was spectacular and full of life – truly a lot to soak in. Only a mile or so into our journey, we spotted a very large bald eagle flying by us and heading down river. After seeing him several times, we noticed a pattern. As we would approach his present perch, he would fly off and go down river. After five or six of these encounters, my son and I decided to call him Andy, as he seemed to want to be with us, part of our group. We only occasionally picked up our paddles to get through a riffle or avoid an occasional obstacle but for the most part we just floated along, fished and gazed at the remarkable scenery. We only made a few miles of progress on Wednesday before spotting what we thought would be a nice spot to camp. We knew that we had plenty of time to travel our 30 miles of river so we didn’t care that we had only gone about 4 miles. The temperature was mild and quite comfortable that night and camp set-up went smooth and easy with plenty of time to get in some more casts in the area around our home for the night. We had a nice meal that evening with plenty of ribs and chicken for the meat eaters and plenty of grains and veggies for me. My son devoured chicken and ribs like there was no tomorrow (even if it fell on the bank a couple times – something he called “Buffalo River Rub”). As we talked and joked and had ourselves some beers (for the adults), an enormous, (nearly) full moon rose over the ridge, bathing us in enough light to cast a distinct shadow and make flashlights altogether unnecessary. The moon was so bright, the boys played frisbee for quite some time in the moonlight. When the events of the day had finally worn us down, we retired for the evening. I am not sure if it was the Buffalo River Rub, improper handling at some point, or just some bad luck, but sleep on night one was interrupted abruptly when my son’s body decided to reject something in his gut by vacating EVERYTHING in his gut. This went on for a few rounds and I began to get very nervous. Even in between vomiting spells when my son was back asleep, I could not calm my mind thinking about how we would get him help if it became necessary. We were only 3-4 miles in with 26 more to go to get to our vehicle! Along with my delirious worry, I began to think deeply about my son. I started thinking about the past river trips we have been on over the last 6 years. I thought about how proud I am to see him become the witty, kind, and talented young man that he now is. I thought about the many ways that he reminds me of my dear friend Andy – often a bit careless (getting hung up in trees), maybe a bit lazy (not wanting to paddle through pools) or asking sometimes ridiculous questions (like which way is the river flowing). I also thought about how I react and treat him when he acts in such ways. It is much like I treated Andy when he was that way – harsh and stern. If I am honest, sometimes I react like an A--hole. But the more I thought about it, the more I realized that those qualities - that I do not share - are part of what I love about both of them. I began to get emotional (in my delirious state) about how much I love both of them and how, maybe, my son is becoming my best friend. It was truly an epiphanic moment for me. As I get older, I seem to have become more sentimental… which is good and bad. Sure, sad things are more difficult, but I have learned to live more in the moment and appreciate all that I have. I have a great son. When I awoke around 6:30 or 7:00am, my son was sleeping soundly, and I was hopeful that he was past the wort of his illness. I left our tent and started to make some breakfast and get ready for the day ahead, not knowing what was in store. I explained to my friend Jesse that Cullin was very ill overnight, and I could see the worry on his face. I was surprised to see Cullin up and out of the tent shortly thereafter. When we asked him how he was feeling, his response was, “I feel great!”. What a relief! “Fishing is not an escape from life, but often a deeper immersion into it.” - Harry Middleton After the morning ritual of packing up camp, eating breakfast burritos, making short trips into the woods, and taking some cool-off plunges in the river, we were back at it. We had not made more than a few hundred yards of downstream progress when there he was! Our friend Andy the eagle greeted us with a flyby! He remained nearby for the entire day occasionally making himself visible just when we thought we might not see him again. We decided to fish hard early and late and try to make up some miles in the middle of the day when we believed the fishing would not be as productive. We sort of followed our plan, but it is always hard not to pick up a rod when you see a good-looking spot to fish. Day 2 seemed to be a little better fishing than day one – steady but not spectacular. As it turned out, the fishing may have been a bit better in the middle of the day when the winds were gusting significantly. A couple of fish were hauled into our boat that would prove to be the big fish of the trip. Both were just over 16” – nice, but again, nothing spectacular. The best part for me is that both of the big fish were caught by my son. Unfortunately, I only got a photo of the slightly smaller second one as the first one slipped from his grasp before I could snap a photo. While the fishing wasn’t spectacular, the scenery certainly was. At this point in my life, I have been down a great number of rivers, every one of them unique and beautiful in their own right. But, in my opinion, the Buffalo stands alone as the ultimate Ozark river. We travelled roughly ten miles on day two before deciding that it was time to find home for the night. We found a large gravel bar just upstream and across from Middle Creek where we were able to set up camp with lots of space in between tents. Cullin and I tucked our tent behind a tree on the downstream side of the gravel bar pretty close to the tree/brush line. We once again enjoyed a pleasant, albeit warmer, evening on the river eating a hearty dinner and enjoying each other’s company. As we talked and laughed and waited for the full moon to crest the ridge, I found myself thinking once again about what brought me back to the river. I found myself feeling a bit somber as I thought about the fact that the people who knew Andy best no longer make the annual float trip. So now I spend this trip memorializing him in my own mind and to myself more than sharing stories and memories as we have in the past. But as I thought about invoking my friend by doing something that he loved to do, I made up my mind to increase my efforts to bring Andy’s friends back into the fold of this annual experience. As late-night set in, the boys decided they were ready to hit the hay and headed to their respective tents. Just a few seconds later, my son came running back to camp at full sprint while we all heard an incredibly deep and loud guttural growl. We all jumped to attention as our eyes looked in the direction of my tent. Several more bellowing growls emanated from the trees and brush behind my tent. We all began to make loud noises, yell and shine flashlights at the bear that we could not see. After a few minutes of making noise, we went silent to see if we could hear anything again. Fortunately, we did not. Within minutes we all had very close neighbors as we moved our tents into a tight grouping. The idea of having distant neighbors just didn’t seem as appealing anymore. And the boys… they were not that tired anymore. After the two previous nights I had been through, I slept like a log. "If I fished only to capture fish, my fishing trips would have ended long ago." - Zane Grey The morning of day three was the typical routine but a little more pleasant as the high ridge across the river provided shade for longer than expected. As our voyage continued, the Buffalo twisted back and forth revealing bluff after bluff, each seemingly larger than the last. I found myself missing more than a few fish because my gaze and attention was not on my lure but on the beauty and serenity of this awesome place and, of course, our river guide, Andy (the eagle), who was still making his presence known. I do not think I have ever cared less about missing fish. In fact, our longest stop of the day was spent “paddle riding” through rapids, talking, laughing and drinking instead of fishing like we did on most of our float breaks. We also got some good photos of all of us in front of Elephant Head Rock. I think we had hit our stride and were all quite comfortable being on the river. A couple of miles past Elephant Head Rock, we saw an unfamiliar sight. There were creatures in the water and on the bank without gills or feathers and they walked out of the water on just two legs. We went by and chatted with the humans for a bit. Interestingly, they quickly asked if we had seen any bear or hogs – something I had barely considered before our trip began. They also asked if we had a firearm – something I still can’t imagine being necessary, helpful, or safer than being without. They were kind enough to give us some information about the rest of our trip and more importantly, some spare ice which was a dwindling commodity in our depleted coolers. For night three, we camped just past Hudson’s Bend, once again bathed in an astonishingly bright moonlight. We played some dice after dinner and laughed at our bear story and the thought of “Buffalo River Rub”. With rainflies off the tent, the moonlight was so bright, it was difficult to sleep and with early sunrises on these long summer days, it felt like we never really experienced darkness throughout the trip. Day four came early as I was ready to hit the river. Dwindling provisions made for a light breakfast and a quick camp breakdown. Despite plenty of effort, our canoe caught no more smallmouth on the last stretch of the Buffalo. As we came upon the White River the changing conditions were jarring. The breezes coming off the water were shockingly cool. The volume of water and the speed at which it flowed was a stark change from the easy-flowing Buffalo. We paddled aggressively to reach the island at the confluence of the rivers. There we made changes to our gear in the hopes of catching some trout. Having very little experience fishing for trout, I felt like a fish out of water in the cold, swift White. We fished using mostly rooster tails. A white rooster tail was the lure that hooked our only trout (a rainbow) on the short five miles of the white river. Our intent was to take it slow and easy and let the other two canoes catch us on the White but the rapid speed at which we were swept downstream made that nearly impossible. Our winged friend that had followed and watched over us for the entirety of our trip was once again with us making the moniker we gave him on day one so very appropriate. With the incredible speed of our rocket canoe, our trip (on the White) was short. As we unloaded our gear at Shipp’s Ferry, I think we were all ready to get back to the comfort and convenience of home and very grateful for the shared experience of the sixth Andy Hart Memorial Float Trip. My son, however, was relishing the fact that he “turned pro” on this trip since he walked away with the money for the first fish ($25), money for the largest fish ($100) and split the prize with me for most fish ($40 each). Thinking back on these trips can be almost as enjoyable as the trip itself and I now treasure the ability to look back on the previous posts on Ozark Anglers Forum. I am beginning to believe that enough time on a river can make any man a philosopher.
    15 points
  10. Wt. 82-83 Clarity: 4-6 feet Primary Locations: long flat points with Shad (8-20 ft) Baits: topwater, swimbait, and football jigs Found Bass early in the morning starting at dawn. The bite in early lasted until 8:30-9:00. Fish seemed to be running in small packs or singles. Did not find a large school, but they were pushing 2-3” Shad. Fan casted or targeted fish that were aggressively pushing. They would hit the bait immediately and might give you 1-2 opportunities to hook up. The fish were a mixed bag of spotted bass and smallies ranging from 12-15 inches (just fun to catch). I also used a 3/8 or 1/2 oz Football Jig to target fish lower in the water column, and the jig scored my biggest fish of the trip. Overall, caught 20-25 fish total. Not bad for my first summer trip in a number of years. Best part of the trip was seeing my grandma for the first time since winter 2019. We spent close to 6 hours just catching up.
    15 points
  11. Really enjoyed the bantering between Bo and Champ in the early years of the forum. Seemed like the past few years it turned to so much mutual respect between the two. Can’t replace a guy like that 10’s of thousands of hours of Table Rock knowledge went to rest with him. Our deepest condolences from everyone here in his OAF Family.
    14 points
  12. In September of 2019 I went to Bo's house at his invitation to buy a few jigs....four hours later after great conversation, cool stories and philosophy about life and fishing I left with much MUCH more tackle than I had intended. He was telling me how it all started for him and the thoughts behind the various designs that he was selling and opinions on the competition etc. I was wishing that I had taken notes! It was a great time and I believe that I was blessed just to share in the conversation....yes, he will truly be missed but he sure touched a lot of people with his thoughts and jigs! Prayers for his family C4F
    14 points
  13. m&m

    7/4 Holiday Weekend

    We had the family down since Friday. My son Cory and I were able to get in some morning fishing on Saturday, Sunday, Monday & Tuesday (6am-11am). Here are some pictures. Champ will like this because we caught over a limit each day just like these in the pictures in the flooded bushes on spinnerbaits. Each keeper was caught in less than 4’ of water. Saturday out of Cape Fair, Sunday out of Mill creek fishing the main lake flooded bushes, Monday out of Long Creek way up by Yokum & Tuesday out of KC main lake flooded bushes and back of a cove. It was a great time. We then left the lake to the boaters. Mike
    14 points
  14. If you have not be vaccinated, get in there and get the shot. No, Biden is not micro chipping you. Save yourself misery and possible death. Spoke to a guy at the tackle shop in Springfield and he said they all were sick. This is totally senseless. You can walk right into Wal-Mart or Walgreens and be out in 20 minutes. NO WAIT, NO LINE. Just get it done. Unless you have some type of underlying health issue, get it done for yourself and the ones you love. Lets beat this thing End of Rant
    14 points
  15. 3DHUSKER

    The bite is on

    Had a great day at the Rock fishing for Gills around Kimberling. Find beds and feed them crickets. The guy at the bait shop said that he was the only bait shop left on the lake. That is crazy if true. Gills are the best tasting fish there is. I wish I had more time to get down there again.
    13 points
  16. I fished Taney yesterday and rented a boat from Lilly’s landing. All I had was a snoopy rod, armed with a Doty jerkbait. What a combo! Had a big brown roll on it. So bad wanted to catch a big brown on a snoopy rod with a Doty jerkbait. We had fun anyway.
    13 points
  17. Fished in the Cow Creek area from about 6:30-11:00 this morning. Started out on the main lake and couldn’t get much going. Ran about half way back the bigger creeks and started throwing Ned rigs and football jigs at cedars in 15-20 FOW. Caught 3 short smallies on the Ned and one 18” Largemouth on the football jig. At 9a the sonar turned bright red so I started dropping a spoon into the whites. Caught 4 fish in 4 casts before they moved on. Two of them were good size with the bigger one being just under 3#. Pretty fun! For the life of me I can’t find this swimbait bite that others are talking about. Not sure what I’m doing wrong there. I might fish up Long Creek in the AM so if you see a black/white Skeeter, say hello!
    13 points
  18. jdmidwest

    The Last Hatch.

    Grandkid number 5 was born Friday. The baby factories are now closed leaving me with 5 Grandkids, two from my little girl and 3 from my step daughter. 1 girl and 4 boys. Meet Kaden Joseph, my namesake. My retirement is going to be full of little fishing buddies ranging from 12 to new born at present time.
    12 points
  19. With us fully-vaccinated and things opening up, we quickly put together a trip to the southwest part of the country last month. We had tickets for the Symphony in the Flint Hills Saturday the 12th and decided to leave from there. Pretty cool event with the Kansas City Symphony out in the prairie. Classical music for the most part but everyone would know a few like the theme from Magnificent Seven, Hoedown (from the beef commercials) and Home on the Range at sunset. This year's event was a south of Council Grove, KS: Spent the night in Manhattan, KS then headed out, roughly following the Santa Fe Trail southwest on Highway 56 toward Taos, NM. Pretty dull drive for most of its length, but when we got into the Sangre De Cristo mountains the scenery improved dramatically, especially as we drove through the Cimarron Canyon in NE New Mexico. Taos is a pretty cool town but very economically depressed outside the main historic/tourist district. We had really wanted to see the Taos Pueblo, which has been inhabited by the Puebloen people since the early 1000s, but it was currently closed to the public. We learned many of the native-American sites, stores, etc. were closed as they had been particularly hard hit by the pandemic. This guy was very informative and an extremely talented artist with a gallery in the plaza: (sorry about the boobs @Phil Lilley ) We spent the day there then headed south to Santa Fe. So, we all know about the Santa Fe Trail but I didn't really appreciate the history of Santa Fe until this trip. The area has been occupied by native Americans for millennia, but the Spanish arrived in the late 1500s looking for gold. Santa Fe was founded in 1610, ten years before the Pilgrims landed at Plymouth. The Santa Fe Trail came 210 years later in 1821 for trade between Mexico and the US. Very cool town that is centered on the historic Santa Fe Plaza. We hired a lady to give us a walking tour of the historic district focused on the history and architecture of the town. It was worth every penny. In the early 1900s, city leaders enacted strict preservation rules so the city would retain its unique architecture and culture. Everything is adobe or something pretty close. The highest building in the city is a church, and nothing can be over a few stories tall. The state capital is there, but there's no dome -- just a series of buildings that are largely hidden by trees. We went to Bandelier National Monument one afternoon. Very cool place that was occupied by Puebloan people for millennia: If you made it this far, here comes the fishing part. We hired a guide who took us to a string of alpine lakes east of Santa Fe where he said there was an excellent damsel fly hatch each morning. Kathy's pretty new to fly fishing, so I thought this sounded perfect: no trees or current to deal with. Just figure out a fish's trajectory and drop a fly in its path. Or not. It was crazy -- fish rising everywhere, with many of them exploding out of the water. We each caught several with my best around 18 inches. She caught a really nice one that was around that I think: So, you know how sometimes things don't go as planned, even on a carefully planned trip? Well, after we got this all set up my daughter tells me she has scheduled a party for her engagement. She got engaged in November, but had postponed doing anything due to some pretty major health issues. So, I flew out of Albuquerque Friday morning, went to the party in KC Friday evening, and flew back to ABQ on Saturday morning. Kathy checked out of the B&B, picked me up and we drove to the Grand Canyon. More to come...
    12 points
  20. She's mine. All MINE ! I'll never let this one get away from me. 🤗 Complete restoration forthcoming. I may even hotrod it a bit. 👹 I don't know when I've ever been more excited. 😁
    11 points
  21. Got out for a few hours after lunch today and fish were not hard to find with the water they are moving from Truman - getting them to bite was another story. Had to work at it but had 3 hybrids(lost a 10# ish trying to get it in the net), two real nice LM, a big blue cat and a 13” crappie that smashed a 5” flutter spoon. Fish were deeper(40 FOW) and chasing gizzards all the way up to the surface at times; all bites reaction strikes 🔥 the spoon as fast as I could turn a 6.6:1 reel handle. Pics of the best 2; the 3 hybrids made the ride home. Mike
    11 points
  22. While I admire those with faith, I have never been churchy. I cannot easily say the things others find so natural. In many ways I envy you who can bring forward your faith to aid you and give comfort to others. I reveal this only to give context to what I wish to add. D**n, Bo, we're going to miss you.
    11 points
  23. netboy

    Wildcat access 7/5

    I launched the boat around 7:30 and headed upstream to a shoal that has been producing some decent dry fly action. There were lots of small mayflies and a few sulphurs coming up when I first got there. Got the waders on and had some good action on a size 16 parachute sulphur dry fly. That shut down around 9:00 so I moved to another shoal and switched to a ruby midge under an indicator. The midge worked great for the rest of the morning. Strange thing was I caught more browns than rainbows this morning. Usually its mostly rainbows with a few browns in the mix. Here's a picture of one of the better browns with the ruby midge in his jaw...
    11 points
  24. Headed down to fish Taney, and at all for that matter, for the first time since March. Brought my lady friend and she'd never trout fished before. Much like most folks who don't know a thing, she caught on quick! We fished from the cable to Fall Creek for a few hours Friday and a few hours yesterday. We drug scuds, all sizes, and caught them really good before they bumped up generation to 4 making moss a major issue. Then we drug the DDSS jerkbaits and those seemed to keep the moss at bay--and catch fish. The first fish she hooked into was a giant on a scud. She said "I got one!" and the drag screamed. Reminded me of Jaws when Brody gets the knot tied and the shark takes off. She fought it really well with instruction. Fish got about 30 feet out and jumped straight out. It was a 24-incher, no doubt. It made a run to the boat, she reeled furiously. It got by the side of the boat and I saw the top scud was in its dorsal fin with the other in its mouth. About 3 feet too deep to net. I bet it was 7-8 lbs. One last run and that's all she wrote--snapped her off. She whooped me on Friday. She says because she was better but I say it was because I was tying, casting, and unhooking fish more than actually fishing. I caught a 16-inch brown that I could not get my hand around. It was legitimately 3-lbs. Saturday we started at the cable but did not get bit until Trophy Run. Moss was not nearly as bad as Friday. I'm not kidding when I say we could not go more than 20 yds without a bite. Multiple doubles, lost fish, and break offs. Got below Lookout on the drop off and the DDSS she was throwing no sooner hit the bottom when she said she had a good one. Again, the drag took off. She fought it beautifully and we got this one to the net--21-inch stud rainbow. Had to go in and get a certificate from Lilley's! In fact, every fish we caught was fat. I landed a 19.5-incher before she caught the big one and it was every bit of 4-lbs. That was on a tandem scud rig 10-ft below an indicator. The fish are so healthy and heavy, and full of hatred. Every fish fought incredibly hard. It was a great two day trip to my favorite lake, and a great introduction to a lady who never caught a trout before!
    11 points
  25. David Goddard

    MDC Survey

    Hey guy, the most recent MDC survey is most likely in your email inbox by now. I did mine this morning. As smallmouth fisherman I think we need to voice our opinion on the issues surrounding smallmouth in Missouri. As most of us have noticed, there has been a lot more fishing pressure since the spring of 2020. Especially on smaller bodies of water which are primarily smallmouth fisheries. Take the survey and let MDC know about the issues were facing... giggers, spotted bass, unreasonably high kreel limits, etc. It may not make any difference, but it's an easy way to try. If nothing else, it can be a gripe session which we all love lol I'd love to be able to catch fish like this till I'm a grumpy old timer, but if something dosen't change, I fear they'll all be gone!
    10 points
  26. Finally got an opportunity to spend a few days on the lower end of LOZ for a family vacation. Most time has been with the grandkids, but I have been sneaking out from time to time in search of walleye or stripers….and mainly catching crappie who are roaming with the huge schools of fry and about the only fish(except catfish) spending any time relating to structure that I can find. I did finally locate a school of feeding LM and a few hybrids at midday yesterday and had a ball for about an hour hooking up on most casts. Caught blue cat, hybrids, and a handful of nice LM in addition to many more lost before I could bring them to hand. These fish came from 35 FOW horizontal jogging a 1/2oz Bink’s spoon….I tried other offerings and they only wanted a bait that size and color(white/chart). Attached are a few pics of fish, I didn’t take many as I was having too much fun. Unfortunately, the flotilla will arrive with clearing skies and midday fishing forays will be done for the week after today. Mike
    10 points
  27. Got to Cape around 5:30 to do the Wed. Tournament and quickly found out the weren't having it. I guess if you dont attend every Wed. you wont get the memo on cancellations. Water Temp 84 at Cape and 77 up the river. I decided just to go fish, ran way way up the James and threw a Chappo for a little and caught a couple. Then i moved to a Deeper area and threw a new Berkeley Dredger 25.5ft. Not sure where they got that number because i could barely get it to tick bottom in 14ft with 12lb flouro on a long cast with a Cara deep cranker. Caught one that went almost 4lbs and another 2.5. Lost a really nice walleye at the edge of the boat. Went back to Cape and threw a flutter spoon and caught a few small fish. Decided to load up at 10:30 it was starting to get hot and was dead calm.
    10 points
  28. Here's my thoughts about a tournament: We could do a launch anywhere, meet at a Corps park for a weigh-in and some social time with food, most likely burgers and dogs. Tourney entry fee $20 per person (youngsters under 15 can fish for free), fees to be donated to charity - my suggestion would be Christian Action Ministries - CAM is a charity that feeds the needy in the local community and if Phil is able to make it, we can hand him the envelope with the money, makes things easy. The money would be donated under Bo's name. However if Bo had a favorite charity that we could make the donation to, that would be fine. I would suggest we have the post tourney get together at a mid-lake location. After doing a little research, I see that Aunts Creek has a pavilion, and the campground closes on Sept. 15. (more about the date in a bit). Campbell Point also has a pavilion but campground does not close until Oct. 31. I don't know much about the mid lake to lower end parks so if someone has a better suggestion for location that would be great. Dates - I would think we would want to wait until the weather has cooled down for a lot of reasons - less rec traffic, better on the fish that are in the live well, more comfortable fishing. So, I'd propose Saturday Oct. 16 or Saturday Oct. 23. Don't want to push the date into November because then it will interfere with the folks that deer hunt. Participating in the tourney is not mandatory, if you want to show up just for the dogs and burgers get together that is fine also. You can also fish for anything you want too, you don't have to participate in the bass tourney. Bass tourney would be one bass format, biggest black bass wins the plaque. Open to any suggestions, just wanted to put something on the wall to get the ball rolling.
    10 points
  29. MNtransplant

    Night trip

    Well, other than two dandy walleye it was pretty dead. A 19" andaplump 18". Had another 17-18 rainbow shake the shadow rap off at the last minute and im pretty sure i lost one more walleye on the jig..on a side note i needed a makeshift stringer so looks like ill need a new Lilley's keychain..
    10 points
  30. Spur of the moment trip, searching for a motel near Stockton Lake. Travel advisory, Covid is rampant and attacking all tourists. Goofy internet messages. Made it to Masters at 6 pm on Friday and started hitting a few spots. Found a working bunch of white bass and dropped a spoon below a bait ball to pick out a couple before dark. Otherwise, pretty dead, but wonderful afternoon. Short nap at the Hoot Owl Motel in town and off to the ramp at the Marina by the town at 5 am. We fished the dam up to Googer Creek under Heavy cloud cover and threatening skies. Goofy system churning and looked like would drop all morning. Rain started falling around 10 at the State Park point on way back but we kept fishing. Got heavy and thunder started rolling, we pulled out and had lunch in town. Drove over to State Park and dumped back in at 1pm and fished till 6 when fresh storms came rolling in again. Several shorts, a couple of big blue gills on cranks. Nothing really produced on Sat, pretty disappointed and arm sore. Sunday morning broke foggy and we left Boliver and headed to Ruark Bluff and dumped in. Largemouth were hitting good around the bridge piers on Soft Plastics. Huge bait balls all around on down scan. Steady fish, better than Sat. We found a pattern and I found my sweet spot. We went up river along the channel and hit the bluff walls and timber. Its a narrow river channel and I am not really sold on Lake Maps to keep me in the channel. Gets a little spooky running up there with all the trees sticking up. A few showers rolled thru, but we boated about 25 green bass with a 3 lb as best fish on a worm. Best looking part of the lake I had been on for what I like to do. The Flash Flooding from Sat nite had not really made its way into the lake while we were there. All rivers blown out till we came back into Rolla. Storms dumped a bunch of rain. A little rain and seventy degree temps on a mid July weekend really goof things up. But overall good trip. A little rainbow by Fort Wood to brighten up a damp day.
    10 points
  31. This is the saddest news I've heard in quite some time. I was/am a big fan of Bo, his posts, his videos, his knowledge and his lures. A true innovator. Awhile back he invited me to his house to pick up some of his Big Wobbler's but I didn't want to impose and never made it by. Will always regret that. I will miss him and didn't even know him.😢
    10 points
  32. Jerry Rapp

    MDC Survey

    until gigging is banned any smallmouth regulations are a mute point
    10 points
  33. Talked with Bo’s Wife today through text messaging… He had a good day today. His oxygen levels are up. Praise the Lord!
    10 points
  34. Fished mornings Friday to Tuesday. Focused on main lake points, gravel run outs and bluff ends until the boat traffic got bad then moved shallow where there are still some good fish. Caught the majority of the fish over deeper water with spooks and flutter spoons. Also caught some on a DT 16 on the sides of the run outs. Caught a few good ones later in the mornings super shallow flipping to isolated shade. The spotted bass are super fat, the small mouths are average and large mouths are long and lean. Averaged 10-12 each day with most being keepers.
    10 points
  35. Since we had a shorter drive, we decided to make a couple stops along the way. Way out in western KS south of Quinter is Castle Rock. We pheasant hunted out of Quinter for many years, but I hadn't been back to see Castle Rock in more than 10. It's about 10 miles south of I-70. You can flake off pieces with your fingernail, so I'm kinda surprised it's lasted this long. I did read that the tallest portion broke off in 2001: Just east of Hays, in Victoria, is what's known as the Cathedral of the Plains. It's a beautiful Catholic church just off the highway. If you're buzzing down I-70, take a few minutes and check it out. The doors are always unlocked: And, a shot I just like from near there: The end.
    10 points
  36. BassPastor

    Lower End 6/25-7/2

    Was down for our annual week long summer stay at the family condo near state park marina. Wife/kids/family have other agendas than fishing so was only able to fish from first light to about 10a each day. Snuck in one evening outing as well which ended up being the best fishing of the week for us. The offshore deep water stuff still kicks my butt so I was glad we were still able to find fish shallow. The most consistent bite for me ended up being secondary points where I could find some hard wood cover in about 15-20 FOW. I would use a PBJ Ned rig to find the fish, then spot lock and pick apart the cover with a football jig to find a few keepers. Fished this deal on main lake points as well with some success especially in the evening trip which was post storm cell so had the lake to myself. Spent Friday evening fishing the “Dark Side” on Taneycomo with Duane Doty from Liley’s Landing. We fished from 7:30p-11:30p. If you haven’t done that trip I highly recommend it as it was an absolute blast. Overall a fun week on the water and actually did better than we normally do for this time of year. Next year hope to figure out the deep stuff a bit more. We’ll be ready to beat the banks come fall!
    10 points
  37. Sam

    Eat those Drum!

    Here's an article in Game and Fish Magazine with some drum recipes - it's pretty well known that they're good eating. We've tried the one that involves boiling bite-size pieces of drum fillets in Zatarain's Crab Boil, cajun-style. Good stuff! https://www.gameandfishmag.com/editorial/freshwater-drum-recipes/330372 In other news, I didn't catch any drum at Stockton Lake today, but I DID catch a bunch of crappie and my personal best-ever walleye, a male just over 25" long. We were slow-trolling 1/8 oz. white jigs tipped with minnows along rocky banks in 17-20 feet of water. I was lucky to get it in the boat on a light crappie pole with 4 lb. test line, and I'm still grinning about it. ☺️
    10 points
  38. netboy

    White Hole access 6/27

    I launched the boat at White Hole access this morning and ran to a large weed bed that has been providing good sulphur dry fly fishing this past week. They were running around 5 units so the water was too high to wade. I anchored the boat above the area and drifted a size 16 foam body sulphur dry fly back to the rising trout. Had a fun morning with a couple dozen to the net and probably missed another dozen. Had one really nice brown that broke the 6x tippet. It was mostly rainbows, but I did get these two pretty browns...
    10 points
  39. This news is very hard to take! Bo and I fished alot at night fishing together, not counting the long phone calls. I will miss him terribly! He was my friend and one hell of a fisherman. He did know Table Rock and If I knew half of what he did know I would be a better angler! He would call me and always say do you want to go chase some smallmouth. My prayers go out to his wife and family! Now Bo can chase them fish up in heaven! I will miss you Bo! Dan
    9 points
  40. An OA member informed me that Bo (Merc1997), is in the Cassville hospital ICU with complications from COVID. I'm sure he would appreciate prayers and support from the OA community. Get well soon Bo!
    9 points
  41. It was the best day ive ever had on Table Rock. Our best 5 went 20.25, and the 17.50 for our 4 fish weigh in. Big Bass 6.62
    9 points
  42. Just absolutely hate to hear this. Never met Bo in person but we PM'd each other a couple of times a year about this or that related to fishing. His knowledge of Table Rock and the surrounding Ozark lakes is and was second to none. His simplistic approach to fishing is a throwback and something to be admired in a time of graphs and other technology that teeters on skewing the competitive balance of man versus their quarry. Same can be said for his boat an equipment. All from the 90s or perhaps even earlier. Didn't matter. Simple and effective. It's was actually quite refreshing to see. Nothing but respect for Bo as a fisherman and more importantly as person. Willing to divulge any hard gained info, give an honest answer or help in any way where he could. Condolences to his family, including that little fishing buddy dog of his. Rest easy, Bo.
    9 points
  43. Went out with Nick yesterday, the weather stayed overcast and cool with no rain pretty much all day. We talked a lot about our buddy Bo and how it was such a shame he left the earth. I fished a bunch of Bo’s jigs for remembrance. Just like @Quillback and caught a bunch of fish. I had a large smallmouth blow up on my whopper plopper, took it under for about a second and became unpinned. Nick immediately threw a baby Brush hog in that spot and nailed him. We held it up in the air in respect to Bo. This ones for you! ✊
    9 points
  44. Went to the same creek. Go there at 11:30 a.m. and there were bright skies. Tried the Zman TRD Crawz in Green Pumpkin on a 1/15 head.. Caught 2 smallmouth and snagged a sucker. Worked down to a confluence and switched to some carrot shaped 4in worm I bought at a flea market in Van Buren. I think they are homemade. Also in green on a stand-up head. (I was tired of hanging up and losing the Zman rigs.) Caught a small smallmouth and a about a 14 inch walleye of all things. On the very next cast I felt something literally chewing on the bait and set the hook into a 4 ft gar! It jumped and rolled and but through my 4# Invizx like nothing. I took that as a sign from the fishing gods to go back to the car. This is where I hooked the gar. I'm actually really glad I didn't land it. I had no pliers or anything to get the hook out.
    9 points
  45. netboy

    White Hole access 7/12

    I launched the boat at White Hole this morning and the water was quite a bit lower than it has been. It looked to be around 2 units so I ran downstream to the Narrows and got the waders on. There were lots of small tan mayflies coming up along with the usual midges. I tied on a size 18 tan elk hair caddis and had some good action for a couple of hours and then the water came up and the bugs disappeared. I switched to an egg/midge combo and caught a few more. Ended the morning with a couple dozen rainbows and 3 browns. Here's a picture of the biggest brown on the elk hair...
    9 points
  46. I'm treating myself to a retirement gift next year in June on the St. Larry. These BPT guys are wacking 4 and 5 lb. Jaws as quick as they can get their junk in the water. AJ Jr. Had 5 that weighed 22 pounds in 33 minutes. Simply crazy.
    9 points
  47. I did appetizers for dinner. Moinks and bacon donuts. Moinks are bacon wrapped meat balls, smoked and tossed in bbq sauce. Bacon donuts are thick sliced vidalia onion rings wrapped in bacon and smoked.
    9 points
  48. We did a drive up to Monument Valley on the AZ/UT border on our way to the last stop in CO. We had seen that Monument Valley was closed, but I figured you could see stuff because it's so huge. Wrong. As close as we could get to The Mittens: For such a beautiful place, this was far, far too common: But, if you pick your spot, you can still get a good shot: Where Forrest got tired:
    9 points
  49. The Canyon is awe-inspiring, but unless you're planning to hike or ride down into it, it's not somewhere you want to spend several days. We looked into doing the mule rides, but apparently you've got to book those more than a few weeks in advance . A few sunrise/sunset photos from the Canyon: We managed to worm our way into the El Tovar Hotel for lunch the last day. Cool place that was built in 1905 on the South Rim. It was a Harvey House hotel that you got to by railroad in those days. After a couple days there, it was off to CO
    9 points
  50. Al Agnew

    MDC Survey

    The problem they have with smallmouth management is multi-faceted. 1. River tournament guys will scream bloody murder if MDC even hints that they might put special regulations on the stream sections where most of the tournaments are fished. The river tournament guys pretty much squelched putting special regs on middle Current River, even though the research showed that they would do a lot of good for that fishery. 2. The enforcement people want to keep regs as simple as possible, so that their jobs are as simple as possible. They always advocate one size fits all regs. 3. Many in MDC are still of the mindset that their job is to maximize "harvest". They seem to have a pathological fear of meat fishermen. 4. Truth be known, the special regulations as currently implemented have not proved to make a huge difference in the smallmouth population. And some of the old guard at MDC were freaked out when the initial studies showed a precipitous drop in the number of anglers fishing some of the special regs areas when the regs were put in place. I think it was an aberration, and so do many of the biologists at MDC, but it still freaked them out. Oops, wasn't done, hit the wrong button. 5. Somehow they have gotten the mindset from studies done on small lakes that slot limits won't work in the rivers, which is what I've advocated for many years. It makes little sense to put on a 1 fish, 15 inch limit if you are wanting to have larger fish make up a bigger percentage of the overall population. It seems to me that the streams are tailor-made for slot limits, which would allow harvest of the abundant smaller fish and protect the bigger ones until they got really big. 6. I think they would rather keep the public off smaller creeks, to avoid confrontations with landowners, rather than give those smaller creeks the protection they need. The personnel at MDC are a mixed bag. Some of the biologists are great, a few are not. Many of the higher ups are bureaucrats, but some genuinely care about the resource.
    8 points
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