Dang Fog

[JLEWS01]

Got up early to try and take advantage of the topwater bite but..... mother nature had other ideas. The dense fog kept me close to the ramp till almost 9 and when it burnt off it was high sun and no wind. Ended up with a decent amount of 12-14inchers but they were hard to come by.  Where are the big fish? ha Hope you'll catch em this weekend.  

[Bass Enforcer]

Hi everyone. Hadn't posted in a while but for good reason. I have been there in a while until mothers day weekend. Caught several good fish and quite a few keepers and shorts. Here are a couple of them. Me and my daughter went out Sunday morning for a bit and had a blast. Too water was great as well as the swim bait. I can't wait til memorial day weekend as we are heading back down. I wish I could tell you a definite pattern I developed other that they were caught anywhere from 2 fow to 50 few under the boat. 

[vernon]

Awwwww, now y'all just showin' off!

Nice shootin'!  

Can't wait till tomorrow!

[magicwormman]

VERY NICE CONGRATULATIONS! Better than any fish that I've caught all year, and I live on this pond!! Topwater bite has been hit and miss for me.

[Browning Guy]

Regarding the dense fog you encountered..... funny story.  Back around 1978 (I was 10 years old) my dad took me night fishing.  We were staying at a resort (Bill somebody owned......?) in mid Aunts Creek.  When we went out, no fog, clear, fishing up from Aunts around the island area and doing well on spin jigs.  By 1:00 a.m. you couldn't see your hand in front of your face because of the fog. It was cooling off, fish quit biting and we were done.  Dad said lets head back....no way to put it on plane and not get killed so the master plan was to have me hold the spot light on what bank we were fishing and make our way in. We start home.....dad had fished TR since its inception and knows the lake right?  We idled to the bank he thought he recognized as the east side and would follow it all the way into Aunts and finally across to the dock. We intermittently lost the bank, but we're still tracking.... 30 minutes goes by, 45 minutes goes by, an hour...... FINALLY my dad says..... let me see that light.  He shined it on a spot he recognized and said a couple four letter words....... we had been going in circles around the island the whole time! 

He told me to put my rain gear on (he did the same) and we pulled into the pocket by the island and tied up for the night and went to sleep.  1978...... no GPS and no compass.  By the next trip out he had a compass on the driver console. Good stuff.  Congrats on the big fish, good times and better memories.

[JLEWS01]

That is Great!!!!

 

[JestersHK]

Nice job on some great fish!  Looks like a great day, even better when you get to spend it with your kiddos!  Always good to see that.

[vernon]

5 hours ago, BrowningCollector.com said:

Regarding the dense fog you encountered..... funny story.  Back around 1978 (I was 10 years old) my dad took me night fishing.  We were staying at a resort (Bill somebody owned......?) in mid Aunts Creek.  When we went out, no fog, clear, fishing up from Aunts around the island area and doing well on spin jigs.  By 1:00 a.m. you couldn't see your hand in front of your face because of the fog. It was cooling off, fish quit biting and we were done.  Dad said lets head back....no way to put it on plane and not get killed so the master plan was to have me hold the spot light on what bank we were fishing and make our way in. We start home.....dad had fished TR since its inception and knows the lake right?  We idled to the bank he thought he recognized as the east side and would follow it all the way into Aunts and finally across to the dock. We intermittently lost the bank, but we're still tracking.... 30 minutes goes by, 45 minutes goes by, an hour...... FINALLY my dad says..... let me see that light.  He shined it on a spot he recognized and said a couple four letter words....... we had been going in circles around the island the whole time! 

He told me to put my rain gear on (he did the same) and we pulled into the pocket by the island and tied up for the night and went to sleep.  1978...... no GPS and no compass.  By the next trip out he had a compass on the driver console. Good stuff.  Congrats on the big fish, good times and better memories.  

In October of what had to be close to that same year my dad and I spent the night in Buzzard Hollow under near identical circumstances. Fog seemed to descend instantly and out of nowhere.

Finding our way back to Shadrack from there was out of the question. About froze to death and honestly have NO fond memories of that event whatsoever!