Which color would they prefer, shad or crawfish. Bass love them both, but do they love one more than another?!
I’ll spare you the gory details, TKF, but I’ll say it was one of the best days I’ve had bass fishin’ in a LONG time. The crawfish started strong.
Then the shad made a good showing.
Then it was just lights out between 16-20’ in the creek channels. The bass are getting fatter too! Pro tip: If you have sonar, USE IT! If not, don’t panic, you can just fish your way across the creek arms and eventually you’ll hit the channel and the bass. Then you can throw a marker buoy, or your old lady, into the lake and come back to the same spot again and again to find the fish.
I won’t bother posting all the photos (there’s a LOT), but a few times, I was able to get bass on each crankbait at the same time like yesterday. And hey, two of anything is always better than one!
Bass hate seeing each other happy and will go bonkers trying to outdo their pals. So if one gets a tasty crankbait lunch, you can bet his goombas are gonna be hysterically looking for their own. Best you give it to them! Clearly crawfish catches bigger fish.
I mean...shad! Clearly shad catches bigger bass!
I even got two on the same bait (the crawfish if you MUST know), proving that bass are thieves and hooligans and will try to steal the food out of each others’ mouths. For shame. They were driven mad with crawfish desire, like starving, crustacean-crazed Cajuns.
I even caught a midget when I released a bass and tossed the crank overboard. I picked up the rod and felt a tug and it was this crazy little bugger. Totally weird day, but these things happen.
If you have sharp eyes, you’ll notice this is a different sexy shad colored crank. One of the side effects of fishing deep cranks is you catch a LOT of bottom stuff. Some comes up with the bait.
Some steals it from you. That’s the risky and dangerous life of a crankin’ man.
So, TKF, I can tell you now that the bass of Fayette Lake don’t seem to prefer crawfish or shad or fire tiger crankbait colors. They just want them deep and they want them now. I didn’t see any bank beaters catching fish, but I was pretty distracted unhooking mine most of the time. As always, all fish were released unharmed, with a manly pat on the dorsal fin and a solemn nod of approval. My thumb looks like chop meat and my back and arms are sore and I’m dreading the work week ahead of me. I’ll probably go insane.
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