Welcome to another action-packed, edge of the seat episode of Hangin’ with the Fishes 2018. I’m Cuervo Jones, your host. It’s been a busy spring, with my court-ordered weekly fishing sessions being interrupted by this whole Russia probe thing. NO COLLUSION! Having been found insolent of all charges, I am free to fish as much as I can stand it once again. Torn between the salt marshes and chasing bass fish, I opted for the latter.
I like the scenery at Fayette Lake.
My drive was interrupted by hordes of bicycles in colorful apparel doing the MS 150. I only hit about 4 or 5 on my way to the lake, so I think that’s pretty good. (Note for all the sore heads and sanctimonious types that like to point out egregious behavior and posts...I didn’t actually run over anybody, so save your PM’s and condescending retorts, m’kay?)
It took a while to find the first bass in 23 feet of water.
He chomped a Shad colored crankbait that I prettied up with some sparkly fingernail polish.
Then....a whole lot of nothing.
There were boats, jet fleas, water skiers, and kayakers galore. The pretty girl at the entrance booth told me there’s a kayak tourney that got rerouted from Deckers on account of boat races there. Lots of fishing, not a lot of catching. It was DEAD, man.
Dead like this bloated, stinky shad that I couldn’t help but poke with my finger and lick a little bit.
I threw my trusty jig for a while and got some nibbles from gar (probably) but no bass. Then I threw a Carolina rig lizard, to no avail. What’s the deal?! As a last resort, I threaded a senko on my Carolina rig and began to daydream of porn stars and playboy bunnies. Dreamus interruptus!!!
The savage fish inhaled the senko in 14 feet and I had to clip my line to leave the hook in his gullet, sans plastic.
My pride restored, I kept with the C-rig, but no more fish ate it. Since none of my tried and true spots was putting out, I decided to explore a bit. Good thing I did too. The bass started gobbling up the Shad colored crank, while ignoring the crawfish colored one that worked so well all fall and winter.
Finding the fish wasn’t hard. Getting them to play nice was.
They were mostly clones of the same 18” fish.
Tired, hungry, and hankering for some sofa time, I headed home. But here are the lures that worked for me and will no doubt work for you too.
Incidentally, if you’re thinking of floating the Colorado river in Columbus, think again, buster.
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