I have vacation days to use before end of the year, so I took the day off from the sweat shop to chase bass again (pronounced Ay-Gayne). So enthralled was I with the swimbait day I had yesterday, I wanted to get in one more round before the cold front.
Unfortunately, I think I gave the bass ladies a complex by talking about them lately and calling them “fatties” and “big Bertha” and I feel just simply awful. After launching, I made a cast and BOOM. First bass of the day. That’s usually bad mojo. Catching a fish first cast means stuff is about to go south.
Oh no!!! Anorexia claims another victim! When will the madness stop?! Who wants a bony, skinny fish when you can have a nice, curvy lady bass?
I gave her the number of a good therapist and sent her on her way. Hoping that my chubby girls were still around, I went back to my spots from yesterday. Oh no!!!! Jessica!! Not you too!!!
Since it was only starving fish trying to eat Swimbaits today, I figured I’d break out the jig for a Morse code session. Waiting for that sweet *tap tap POP* that translates to “set the hook, stupid!!!”
The first fish was in 8’ up outside the channel.
And in case you were feverishly wondering, yes, I make my own jigs. I enjoy the buzz I get from inhaling lead fumes.
Got a couple more like that and called it a day since he wind was powerful and made getting around less than pleasurable. This was the final runt of the day.
I’ll get back to the salt in time, but these bass are a whole lot of fun. They pull really well too. I’d forgotten how much a 6 lbs bass can yank. I’m setting my sights on a 10 lbs fish and will not rest until I catch one. Mark my words, TKF. Yeah.
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