|Details:||We ended up hitting a Harley Bar and owned the place Saturday night. We left and went angling from about 10:30pm to 1am. It was a crystal clear night, yet there was no moon. This occurred all 3 nights. Very baffling, and it made it extremely dark. I doubt it had an impact on the fishing, but it was strange. That night we not only got 0 bites, but we saw/heard 0 jumps either. Im sure our hysterical laughter throughout the night on the boat didn’t help the cause, but it is what it is. So we hit the hay and prepared for a 5:30am wake up to hit the morning bite. My bed was similar to a balance beam used in the Olympics, while Jeff could have fit like 17 sumo wrestlers in his bed.
Alarm goes off, I wake up still hammered and see Valpey on the floor sleeping. Best part is that I wasn’t even curious; I had no reaction to why this Angler was on the floor. The reason, well, that’s a story for another day. We hit up a local McDonalds for a little boost. Valps asked the girl at the window. “How’s the weather going to be today.” She replied, “Beautiful, about 105 degrees, humid with no wind.” We left speechless as we didnt know how that was a beautiful day, seemed fairly unbearable. So we returned to the bass boat and went about 2 miles across the lake to Mosquito cove. The water was glass yet again and very cool too. The terrain was ideal. Lilly pads, hanging trees, some rocks and a range of thick weeds to spotty weeds. Depth was around 8-12ft I would estimate. We arrived at our destination at around 6:20am. There was a gentlemen fishing from his canoe when we arrive. We referred to him as the P-Town native. “How’s your morning going sir, any luck?” I slurred. “Yea I just caught a nice Large Mouth about the size of….” Guy basically started to unzip his pants and realized his location and said “ Ummmm yea the size of this paddle.” He paddled away thankfully. Fairly in shock and baffled, we began fishing.
No joke, 5 minutes later we hear laughter approaching. As the kayak gets closer we see some women hysterically giggling by herself. She basically had an “I smoke crack” shirt on with 2 crack pipes as earnings. She talked to us for a few minutes, laughed in our faces, regardless of what we said. She was a riot and disappeared.
Okay, enough character encounters, back to fishing. I tossed out another Green Tailed YUM worm and made it weedless. I casted about 20ft off the lilly pads into the middle of the cove with spotty weeds and dirt. Within a few minutes I got a monster strike. My drag was going wild. The fish began jumping out of the water, diving deep and trying to go under the boat. After a great fight, Valps nets the fish and there it was: Foreign Larry, aka Larry Shire. It weighed in at 4 lbs and was 18 inches in length. A beautiful fish and hell of a fight. Apparently since it was so early in the morning, my aftermath reaction wasn’t up to par and I took an earful from my angling mate. I don’t buy it, I was beyond excited.
We continued to fish that area for about 90 minutes. Valps pulled in 2 small bass, but we landed nothing else. We hit a few more spots that morning, but nothing to report. It was about 85 degrees before 8:30am. Beautiful morning to say the least. Again, not much action, but when I landed a fish, it really counted. Action is nice, but slobs are better.