Donna and I fished a small derby Saturday out of Big M. Lost a 4-pound LM in the first 5 minutes on a blade that I knew was gonna cost us. Dang fish just pulled off at the boat. Very unusual for a spinnerbait. I wasn't using a trailer hook because I was fishing some pretty gnarly brush/wood in dirty water and had I thrown deeply enough into it to get the bite, I'd have undoubtedly hung up and never got a chance to hook the fish. Trailer hooks are great in some situations, but they can also hurt more than help in others.
Caught a dozen shorts in 45 minutes out of that area and I had another good fish roll on my bait but miss it. Finally left there after an hour with one 3 pounder. That was our biggest mistake of the day, and it was on me. Forum member denjac and I had located some fish in the Big Creek area the day before that I was sure would bite --- and they probably did but there was a boat on every dang main lake and secondary point all the way from Emerald Beach darn near to Baxter. It was as crowded as I've ever seen it in nearly 15 years of fishing Table Rock. When I did find a place to fish, I had to protect it like a dog guards a fresh hambone. Several times we'd be halfway down in a pocket and have a boat start in like he was gonna idle around us to the back. Being too old and courteous myself to do that to others, I'd just kick the 36-volt Fortrex up on high and slide out in the middle of the pocket to block them off. Miraculously, they got the message every time. Didn't like it, but they got it.
We got on a darn good Varmint bite on gravel while fishing our way back upriver toward Big M but couldn't catch a keeper to save our lives. Finally pulled the trolling motor at 2 p.m. and went back to the place we started and immediately caught two more good 17-inch keepers on the blade --- both fat females --- then lost yet another right before weigh-in time. Ended tournament hours with three keepers for about 8 pounds (maybe 9 -- not sure since we just let them go) and the two other lost keepers (4 and 3 pounds, respectively). Long story short, should've caught 14-15 pounds which is what it took to win the derby. Might have had an even bigger sack if I hadn't decided to leave that area for greener pastures. Just didn't feel it had the potential to produce a winning sack. Stupid, stupid, stupid.
Decided to fish a while after weigh-in and started throwing the Ned on gravel. Man, was it on. Ended the day at 7 p.m. with 70 fish and --- wait for it --- only those three keepers we turned loose at 3 p.m. But it was a blast.
Surface temps got as high as 63 by late afternoon. Ned bites came as deep as 20 feet, but most were 6-15.