Frustrating but fruitful

After some much needed time off, I went out to do some scouting with Andrew. The game plan was to try some shallow water areas that I hadn’t hit opver the last coupele of seasons…. We got a bunch of bait in record time and headed out to the piles. The water was about as flat as it ever gets. We had a great sunrise on the way out…

 Guess I should have checked the tides… The water was barely moving and we had at least an hour to go before it switched and got moving good again. We tried a few piles by slow trolling the scup with the trolling motor and had a couple of hits but no hook ups. I decide that that was enough scouting for one day, so we made a bee line for where I had left the bass on my last trip out.

They were still right where I left them. We were getting hits on nearly every drop but for one reason or another, we either couldn’t hook them or they were coming off durring the fight. One one drop, Andrew got smashed. I didn’t realize that the fish was running as long as it was and by the time Andrew asked me to start the motor, it was too late. She got us in the rocks. We were both pretty pissed for a few drifts afterwards. Andrew redeemed himself by hooking up again. This one stayed on and we boated a big old 48″ bass…

We had a few more fish but nothing of any size. With a good breeze out of the NW, it was getting hot quick out on the water so we elected to head in early. We were back at the ramp around 10…