Dang, May 28 already, June is closing in.
Dutch and I launched the boat at 0530 and motored down to a spot that a reliable source had told me was holding fish.
He was right, we started catching fish right away, at first on top on walking baits, then on the 3.3 swimbait on 1/4 oz heads. Fish were relatively shallow, from right on the bank out to 20 feet or so. Lots of shad chasing going on. Had a school of white bass that moved in that covered the area we were fishing with blow ups. We caught a half dozen whites before they moved, Dutch getting a couple of good ones, the biggest of which may have gone 3 lbs.
Once we wore that spot out, we moved to another spot, deep water close to a point, and we caught them there too. These fish were over 30-50 FOW, we caught quite a few right off the bottom, and several right at the boat. 3.3's once again.
We made one last move, hit a couple of more at the last spot, but the dark clouds with lightning were moving in, so we reluctantly called it a day at 0930.
We tallied 55 bass, mostly spots, and the aforementioned white bass.
In all the excitement, I buried a hook past the barb in the side of my middle finger. DR Dutch did the line trick and it popped right out. Sure did want to bleed, got blood all over my pants. Broke out the first aid kit, slapped a couple of band aids on it, bleeding stopped, and it was back to fishing!
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