I had errands to attend to, but I was determined to get back out on the water. I knew I could abuse a bunch of trout, but this is crappie and White Bass time. I knew BSL and Norfork had both come up a bunch lately, but I was determined. I mentally arm wrestled for a while, but decided to load up Waldo and head to Norfork. I had a short day, but was gonna try.
I launched pretty far up the creek arm and ran up lake. I stopped in a cove that I have a little history in. It was muddy full of floating debris and water temp was 56. I tried for panfish, but got no love. I tried for bass and got one jarring strike, but no hookups. I did managed to dip up a floating herbicide container, a boat bumper, a Keystone Light can, and a floating tennis shoe.
There was a large, bloated cow floating too, but it was too large for my net.
I ran to some transition banks hoping to crank up some bass. I really believe it would have worked too, but you could not complete a cast with all the floating wood.
So, I decided to run way up Bennett’s Bayou. Since I have a jet, I ran up until I was absolutely out of water. Inches of muddy cold water that had a lot of current. Perfect!
I had run past a guy out fishing with his kids on The way up river. He claimed he was catching a few small fish which was encouraging ; I was starting to think I would zero.
I re-rigged a couple of rods. Black and blue Ned on one. Black and Chartreuse 1/16 oz Zig Jig on another. I already had a little swim bait one rod.
I started fishing little areas with less current very slowly and deliberately. About the third little place I tried, I got a sharp tap on the Zig Zig. That small male White Bass was the most important fish to me in the world right then. A minute later I got a short LMB and then another.
another area and another few bites. Whites and LMB. I did finally get one lonely Spotted Bass.
My 9 th fish was a 16 plus inch “Yellow” sucker. That thing pulled in the current.
I kept fishing , refining lures and location. I got tired of fighting wind and currents. I found a good root-wad to tie up to and a good concentration of fish. My fears of zeroing quickly changed to hopes for a 50 burger. My first fish was caught at 2:25 pm and I was ending my trip at 4:45 pm.
I had real steady bites from male whites, but the girls were not playing. A few LMB but too. Sadly, I lost a couple of lures to fish ( I should have re-tied) and I missed some bites of course I had a few pull off too.
I caught one on my last cast. My alarm went off as I was releasing a fish. I finished up with 61.
It was a Good Day and a Good Mental reset from current events.