My son and I fished a private access lake Friday afternoon-evening, on invitation from a friend. My friend claimed the lake had plenty of 5-8# bass in it… but a 6# bass up here is a very rare catch and over 7# would be big news in the local fishing world. So I was excitedly optimistic, but skeptical. My friend fished in another boat with a buddy and not too long after we started fishing they had a big one on. We were only 50 yards apart and hearing “oh, yeah that’s a big one!”… “get the net”… “look at the size of the mouth!”… excited laughing… high-fives… Wes and I were riveted with anticipation for the monster to be revealed… then a fat 2.5# was hoisted high for us to see and “look at that one!” shouted to us. Right away I knew we likely had the only scale to ever grace these waters.🫢
All humour aside though, this little 8 acre oval provided good fishing and we caught several 1.5-2.5# fish which made me plenty happy after so many 1-3 fish outings. That said, the fishing was up and down through the day. This is a natural lake, fed and drained through a swamp/small creek on either end, the deepest hole being 15ft. the east end with most areas 6-10ft. The lake is rimmed with a fringe of lily pads, the bottom has submerged weeds everywhere… and bass seemingly everywhere we fished. I decided to start out by frogging the entire perimeter, with Wes throwing our go-to flashy swimmer with a paddletail as we slowly graphed most of the lake to get a feel for it. I only caught a few, but missed another half-dozen bites, a few of which looked like quality (3#+) fish. They just weren’t biting the frog well, but I was having fun. Based on my bites, I coached Wes to cast right at the edge of the pads and he started catching some, most almost immediately when his bait hit the water. After one round of the lake (about 2:30-3:30pm), the 4 of us had probably caught 20-ish fish, with a few over 2#. My friend and his buddy were seriously out fishing us, drinking beer and throwing “rubber worms” when I asked what they were using. They had one spinning rod each, so I was feeling a little stupid with 8 combos in the boat and not catching as many as them. I put the frog down and I started cycling through baits while Wes started throwing a wacky rigged senko. I threw a senko, Texas rigged 10” worm, flipped a beaver, a chatterbait, spinnerbait, whopper plopper… and we went through a painfully dry spell of probably 2 hours, even our buddy’s bite almost shut off. My buddy said this was the worst day of fishing they’d ever had, and I was was thinking yes of course because I’m here and I’m cursed this year.😖 But then he “mentioned” that one of the other owners on the lake (there are only three) had seven guys up fishing for the past week. So, 8 people fishing an 8 acre lake for 7 days straight. Adding at least 2 of those fishermen were on the water sunrise-dark every day.😒 That really burst my bubble, because I thought there were only 2 owners on the lake and only my buddy fished it occasionally. Oh well - I guess any lake you can drive to and launch a boat in ain’t gonna be untapped. I just didn’t expect the poor little lake would have been hammered by 600+ man hours of fishing the prior week. 😭
Anyway… our spirits slowly sank as the other boat enjoyed a beer fuelled dink fest. Then, I finally cracked the nut. Wes somehow got his line wrapped under the spool of his spinning reel and while I was fixing that a 1.5# grabbed his senko and I had to hand line it in. That was unrealized clue #1. I kept cycling baits with zero bites, then Wes blew up his bait caster and while he was trying to fix it a
really good bass grabbed his paddletail off the bottom. Wes said “I’ve got one, what do I do!?” and I heard it jump, but didn’t see it. Wes went into panic mode saying it’s huge. I said just hand line it in, and there was a brief struggle then it was into the deeper weeds and gone (no hookset at all). Wes was frustrated, and now his line was a total mess so I said I’ll fix it. I didn’t realize his bait was still laying on the bottom and while I was trying to fix things another small bass grabbed his bait. That’s when the light bulb came on. I ended up cutting off a bunch of almost brand new FC Sniper (😩) then we were both back in the fight. I said the key is fish slow… like, deadstick slow. I tied on a weightless white fluke and we proceeded to cast onto/close to the pads and work very slowly back into the deeper water with 5-10 second pauses to let out bait sit. That was the ticket and we started catching ‘em. By now it was about 7pm and the evening bite started picking up for everyone. In the last half hour, I switched to a popper and got several bites by just casting it out and waiting 10 seconds, then if nothing grabbed it I’d give just a few twitches and long pause again. I only hooked half the fish that swirled on the popper, as the “bites” seemed very lazy. All in all, a good day. I do really look forward to trying again when the weather cools a bit - my fried still swears there’s much bigger bass in there.