Was supposed to meet with a buddy at hazelgreen at 7 to do the float so I decided to get there early and fish the access with the fly rod as the sun rose.. I hooked a big fish on my first cast with the pink clouser and it ran straight out into the current and broke me off.. Dunno what it was, I assumed a smallie at the time but now I dunno.. (more on that later)
I tied another clouser on and proceeded to catch 4 small smallies in the riffles around the bridge pillars... A thundercloud formed overhead and a heavy wind began and I noticed that it was past 7 and still no sign of my friend.. As I walked back up to the truck my phone rang and he said he'd be another hour.. So I went and stood out in the river under the overpass and cast out into the rain for another hour, with no sucess whatsover.. lol
Finally he shows up and we are on the road.. In the water by 9:30, we run upstream to the hole about gasconade hills first..
We start our day on our second casts with a double header:
That goggleye is a prime example of what we took home today.. we finished the day off with a full mess of 8-11 inchers...
We focused on "dobbing" the root wads and running swimming hard plastics (my clown x-rap and his teeny craw) and managed quite a few strikes and takes, here's the two I photographed:
We got to the hole where the Osage Fork flows in and dropped anchor to work it over.. My second cast I snagged into what looked like a megaton largmouth bass! It turned and ran with that x-rap like the devil was on its tail, stripping out drag like crazy as I attempted to adjust.. Just like that, it was gone.. I could hardly believe it! Just then it dawned on me what it was!!!!! I refused to believe it still, so I cast out again:
Holy rusted sheet metal, Batman!! I just caught a white bass in the upper upper Gasconade!! That means that last gargantuan fish really was what I thought it was, it was a monster hybrid!!!!!! We cast out for another 20 minutes with everything we had and couldn't get another strike, but as we floated over the hole, there they were.. 4 massive hybrids and about 20 smaller (whites?) chillin in the edge of the current... (and I didn't have my fly rod!!!)
We pulled over to the side and let em sit for a good 20 minutes, then threw the book at em... No dice.. (betcha they'd have eaten a clouser though!!!)
Anyway, all in all a great day in the Ozarks, paddling from root wad to root wad in 97 degree heat...