My parents have a timeshare type deal where they can stay lots of different places around the country, one of those places is on the banks of Table Rock lake. My mom started a new job this summer and dad didn't want the points to go to waste, so he asked if I wanted to fish Table Rock October 16th-19th, of course I did. I was a bit concerned, beings as my dad isn't a big bass fisherman, and The Rock can be stingy for the most seasoned bass guys. I made sure he was aware of this, but he didn't seem to care, so Monday morning he met me at the house and away we went.
We got to the lake around noon and the 30mph south winds I'd been fighting the whole drive down never let up. Thankfully, the resort was on the south side of the mouth of a cove and had it's own ramp that was also protected. I'd done my research and it sounded like flat gravel banks were the place to be, and I could clearly see that the entire shoreline as far as I could see was exactly that, so I made the decision to put the trolling motor down and fish. Dad tied on a 200 series Bandit in Spring Craw and I don't think we made it 50' before he had his first fish, a 12" smallie! He was pumped, I was glad the weight was gone that there was no skunk coming for him this week. Then within the next 100' of shoreline, dad had 4 more while I only managed 1 little smallmouth. We got to the first point and dad hooks up with not only another smallmouth, but the first keeper of the trip!
Off to a red hot start, I was scrambling to find something similar without resorting to the exact same bait. I switched to my trusty V38 wiggle wart and put a few smaller fish in the boat over the next few hours. As it got later, I eyed the opposite shoreline and saw the shade creeping out over the water. Told dad we were making a short move and I picked up my 90 Whopper Plopper and put a little spot and a short largemouth in the boat in 3 cast. 1 of the baits I'd made dad buy before we went was a 90 WP and he already had it tied on. He made about 10 cast before the water erupted and he was pinned to a healthy largemouth. A nervous fight with several jumps that made it very clear he only had one hook in the fish followed before I was able to net it. Dad's second keeper of the trip was a nearly 3 pound largemouth!
We rounded a point and worked into the back of the next pocket. I was in less than 3' with the boat, casting my WP into less than 1' of water when a submarine waked cruised off the bank and plowed into my bait. I saw a big side flash and called for the net. She dove under the boat and then tailwalked right into the net. 4 pounds 6 ounces, one of the biggest largemouth I've caught from Table Rock.
Literally my next cast to the exact same spot produced another 16.5" largemouth, and dad added another 16" smallmouth before the end of the night and we both had several more fish and what would have been a really solid bag of fish in October on Table Rock.
Day 2 was a grind at first. We tried a new area and didn't do much. Dad again got the catching started off with a pair of 16" smallmouth, one on a grub and one on a Ned rig. We dinked around for awhile, catching a stray fish occasionally. I pulled a few out of a school I marked in front of a dock, before the phrase "Don't leave fish to find fish", started running through my head. Back to the area we fished the day before we went.
The wind was blowing hard again and we had some clouds so I'd started throwing a spinnerbait. The wind caught my blades one cast and I was pulling out a little backlash, cleared it and cranked my spinnerbait in quickly when it came through a cedar tree and got crushed by a 18 1/4" smallmouth.
I kept slinging the spinnerbait, had another similar sized smallmouth jump off out of a cedar, then caught another 16" smallmouth that fought like it was 5 pounds.
I switched to the WP when we got into the calmer water in the pocket by the ramp when I hooked up with another solid fish. I thought I had another fat smallmouth, but was excited to find I'd caught the second meanmouth I've ever caught, and it was a 16.5" keeper!
Dad had a fish destroy his WP but didn't hook up, then it happened again a little ways further down the flat, and he boated a 3.5 pound largemouth that had an even bigger one following it!
It was after lunch time at this point and dad was feeling it from rocking in the boat and casting all day so I dropped him at the ramp to go relax for awhile. I went and tried to fish deep, and pretty much failed completely. I managed to catch one 15.5" smallmouth on a dropshot next to a tree and that was it.
Day 3 was a shortened day because we wanted to get back at a decent time but just like the first 2 days, dad started us off with a 16" smallmouth that crushed the WP. We tried several different areas and caught a few fish, including a few barely keepers, before we decided to put it on the trailer and head home. It was a great trip and I was very happy that Table Rock had been kind to my dad and I so that we could both have a more enjoyable trip.