I'm having a hard time coming up with a name for this post. A couple ideas that crossed my mind were "Don't laugh at old men in jon boats", "Quick, buy a lottery ticket", and "Oh My God". Given the recent Elite Series event down on Kentucky Lake where guys were flat whacking them on ledges, along with some recent posts on another board/forum about how Indiana fishing sucks compared to Kentucky, I decided on the name at the top.
Every once in a while everything just falls into place and you can do no wrong. Rick Clunn referred to it as being in a Zen like state where every move is the right move. Most other sports refer to it as being "In the zone". I tend to refer to it as a timing bite, just being on the lake in the right places at the right time. Sometimes lakes just "turn on", if only for a day and show you their potential. I'm guessing there is a little more to it than that. There were several boats out on the lake today. I'm sure they all did OK, though I don't know that for sure. But on to the details.
Lake Waveland: water starting to clear, weeds up nicely, water temps hovering at 79-80 degrees and just a slight breeze on occasion. Perfect conditions for a little jon boat to sit out in the open and fish ledges and drops. I got the clue right off the bat heading over to my first spot to try. Saw nice groups of fish that were graphing large enough to be bass stacked up every time I came across mid-depth structural elements. After seeing this a couple times I just stopped on the first area that fit this profile. Pulled out a deep running crankbait, fired out a cast and started to reel. The rod loaded up! Sweet, nice bass right off the bat. Next cast, same deal. and again, and again. Had a friend pull up and watch me put the first 5 or so in the boat. He quickly tied on a crank, us being basically boat to boat on this little area, and he lays into one on his first cast. Between the two of us we hit about a dozen bass. I have my 5 fish limit (a theoretical baseline - all bass being released immediately) within 15 minutes. I started at 2:15 and it is now 2:30 PM.
So I know what to do and start looking to repeat the pattern in other areas. Next spot holds nothing. Third spot I catch two. The I hit the fourth spot and load up. On to the fifth spot and it's a repeat of the fourth. I'm actually catching doubles on my crankbait. I'm up to about 25-27 bass at this point. I decide to change up and throw the frog in the mats. I do this for about 1/2 hour and catch 4 or 5 and miss several blowups. This is slow and tedious, and the quality isn't there like the open water fish. I move around just graphing and come across a neat spot that fits the profile. Fire out the crank and it's on again, cast after cast. The bite slows after a dozen more bass or so, so I move again.
This spot I drove over by accident the first time through and didn't stop because another boat was in the area and I didn't want to show anything. This time I'm alone on the area. I throw for a bit and don't catch anything. Oh well. I look up at the weedline and it runs funny. I remember catching some real nice fish here years and years ago (like a decade), so I run over and graph. I find what I'm looking for and back off and cast. First cast loads up. So does the next...and the next, and the next. I sit here for nearly an hour and can't remember going more than two casts without a bite. Another 35 fish or so - the motherload! The bite finally slows on this spot too. I'm past my stated ending time by an hour. I wanted to leave by 6:15 (4 hours) but I finally call it at 7:15. So I get 5 hours on the water and end the day with 68 bass, 53 of which are keepers over the 14" limit. One of the best days I've had. Interestingly this lake also holds my personal best record of 107 bass in one trip from about 3 falls ago. This trip beats it on quality though.
One of the interesting observations is the number of bass with melanosis. I've got one example in the pics above. Easily a dozen or more with heavy markings. Another cool thing is how some areas (or maybe some bass) never change. These spots I'm fishing are for the most part spots I've fished and won lots of tourneys off of going back 15 years. Same lake, same baits, same line ups, same spots, same results. I can see how "community holes" become that way. Also neat in the fact that fish keep repeating the same patterns year after year. So while we're not Kentucky Lake, I sure as hell felt like KVD out there whacking schools of bass grouped up like they did this past week down there.
A Little Rust Won't Hurt
Or so you'd think. Admit it. If you looked through most tackleboxes you will probably find a few crankbait or worms hooks with some rusting or corrosion on them. It happens. You're out in the rain fishing, a little water gets into your Plano box. Maybe you put away a still wet lure. Hey, hooks are expensive and you think it's just a little rust and it largely rubs off with a good towel. Looks like new again.
That's what I thought until last night. Got out for a couple hours after work with a friend chasing walleye. We were using 1/8-oz. jigheads and crawlers. Some of the hooks on the jigs have a little rust, but no big deal. I've got cranks with the same and have never had a problem, even a worm hook or two that has spotty rust from all the salt in plastics now days. The learning lesson started when I got a big, solid "thump" on my jig and leech. I set the hook, the rod doubles over and I think I'm hung on a stump...until it starts moving slowly. I keep the pressure on but he really runs me around a stump. Still have some play in the line so I work with him and get him unhung. I now figure I have a large cat hooked at this point. I decide to put some pressure on him as he continues to try and go back down toward the woody debris I just freed him from. I decide I'm not going to let him - I keep the pressure on. Two minutes into the battle the line pops and goes limp. Crap!
I reel in expecting to have lost my jig and snapped the line. To my surprise I haven't. Instead the hook has snapped, breaking off halfway down the shank. Later that evening my friend gets hung on a stump, applies enough pressure trying to free it and his line pops. Reel in to find the same deal, another snapped hook. Now, is it just that we're applying too much pressure to the hook and it can't take it, or is it weakness from the corrosion on some of these jigheads? Remember the pictures I posted in my hook testing study earlier this year? The break came right where the shank flexes to try and absorb all the pressure being applied at the bend. So I can't say for sure, probably a combination of both factors, but it has my attention now more so than before. Just something to keep in mind the next time you tie on a bait with a little rust on the hook. You might be setting yourself up for disappointment.
Found a good link to rust and corrosion as it applies to fishing hooks. It is an Amazon book preview. Some pages are missing, and it might force me to buy the whole book to get the entire story, but even so, it makes for an interesting read. The book is entitled "Hook, Line and Sinker: The Complete Anglers Guide to Terminal Tackle." You'll want Chapter 11: C-o-r-r-o-s-i-o-n Spells Trouble starting on page 413 if the link doesn't take you right to it. You'll also have to put up with highlighting unless you click around on the site a couple times to remove it.
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