I landed a dink on my first cast whist standing on the ramp. My kayak sitting at my feet, an ominous sign of things to come.
What followed was sloooow fishing. An odd string of events led me to "paddle-troll" a shallow running crankbait through thirty feet of open water with an ultra-light rig...the equivalent of tying kitchen sink to my line. I'm running out of time to scratch off the year's goals. Call it desperation or desire, I did some funny things this weekend...
The golden hour starts when the breeze stops, this is your signal to tie on topwater "stuff." Largemouth bass on the surface is the most fun an angler can have, any other presentation during the golden hour is a missed opportunity for heart stopping fun. Make the most of each cast, your time is limited. I was not disappointed in my decision to stay, but missed far too many strikes to call it an outright success.
A pound short of goal number two, I'll have to get out again soon. The days are getting shorter and we'll be "falling back" before you know it. Our air was somewhere south of chilly by the end of the night.