I knew I only had an hour and a half to fish this morning due to a family obligation and that scared me, for it sometimes takes time to find the bass. I guessed well at first, for I went to a shallow corner of the pond and caught five bass there. I started with this one, a thick 16-inch smallie which I hooked on a Kardashian-garish spinnerbait on the edge of the shallow water.
Then I caught this well-shaped, 17-inch lmb on a chrome Whopper Plopper three feet from the shore.
The Whopper Plopper then caught this smaller bass.
And the spinnerbait scored a thick one.
Then I hooked this medium one, giving me five bass in the first half hour.
So, I paddled across the pond to my favorite shoreline, expecting more fine fishing, but in 45 minutes, I could only manage this one bass, a skinny 16-incher:
It was time to paddle back, so I trolled my spinnerbait and crossing the middle of the pond, discovered where they'd been: DEEP! I hooked this one:
I cast to where I'd caught ^this^ one and hooked vthisv one:
I hooked one more about 15 inches on the next cast and I made that my final cast, lest I be late. If that dang end-of-recess bell hadn't rung, I would have run up a nice total, but settled for nine, an average of one bass every ten minutes.
Oh, yes, I cast a creature bait for the first time. T-Rigged with a tungsten weight. And I couldn't even provoke a bite. Total failure. They wanted my clownish spinnerbait and Kardashian-shiny Whopper Plopper with the big bum. They wouldn't even sniff at finesse.