After many months of distractions and non-kayak related stuff, I got my behind back into the saddle and mounted a bass-seeking expedition to Fayette Lake over the long weekend. The usual holiday crowds, jet fleas, and PB's were there in abundance along with high winds and some drizzling rain. Good. I like a challenge. Long story short, the water level was nice and high but the basses ignored my top water frog. I dragged som deep dive cranking baits over a usually productive main lake point but the wind was ridiculous. I retreated to a creek channel that seems to always hold a few basses and threw Texas-rigged (yeeeehaaawww!) plastics at the unsuspecting large mouths. Thankfully my anchor held otherwise I'd have been blowing around like one of the dozens of empty water bottles I saw bobbing along. Every few casts, I felt that familiar and sweet TAP TAP TUG that means I fooled another bass into eating a piece of plastic and metal. There were dead shad floating around 1.5-2" long. Water was warm but not hot. Fish were in 8-10' of very stained water. Biggest was 20" and average was 16-18".
And to the PB guy who pulled up behind me all stealth like thinking I wouldn't notice. I did. You need to work on finding your own fish, friendo. Your super-dooper bass boat and high tech electronics are neat, but maybe you should sell them and use the proceeds to hire a guide.
Or take up golf.
