I'm hoping it's not ALL me, but I'm beginning to wonder if I've completely forgotten what little that I once knew about catching one of those green (or brown) things. Donna and I threw a jerk bait and jig all weekend and had a grand total of two confirmed acts of aggression against our lures. She actually put a 15-inch smallmouth in the boat during our 4-hour outing Saturday and I had one smack a jerk bait about 1:30 p.m. Sunday. Of course, there was a six-fish, 26-pound sack caught in the Winter Series derby Sunday, so it's obviously possible to catch a helluva string. It's just not happening for me.
I'm bailing on the BFL this weekend. I may not have the intelligence to catch one, but I'm smart enough not to throw $200 at a shot in the dark. Probably be some disappointed back-seaters since the co-angler side of this derby was won out of my boat last year. Different month, though.
Someone tell of similar struggles, please. Misery loves company.