Could've been better, could've been worse but couldn't have been much more uncomfortable ... especially since I left my hoodie at the golf course where I work part time. Didn't discover this until I was well on my way to the lake, so I ended up fishing in my Guidewear jacket. Not a terrible I thing but missed having my soft hood instead of that cold, crinkly GoreTex one pulled over my head all day.
Regardless, I did catch one of only two spinnerbait bass on my first stop at the mouth of a windblown pocket. Proceeded to fish the entire sizable pocket without another sniff, so on my way out I tied on a smallish crank bait and started down the 30-degree chunk rock bank just outside this pocket. Bingo. Caught 3 shorts and a keeper, plus lost another keeper at the boat.
Headed across the lake to a river channel-swing bank and caught several more on the little crank bait but no love on the blade.
Two more stops before 1 p.m. produced similar results and I ended up catching 14 total fish with 3 keepers. Very little action in the pockets ... all the active fish seemed to be on the main lake on those 30-degree chunk rock banks.
Around 1 o'clock, things seemed to go dead. Maybe I got out of the fish and I didn't revisit any of my earlier productive spots, but there was hardly a bite to be had.
Brightest moment of the day happened at the ramp while loading up, when I met fellow OAF member Fowlthing. Good guy, naturally. He's an OAFer and he's from Arkansas.