Decided to give a smaller local lake a shot since fishing was tough on the home lake last week, and man did it ever pay off in numbers (70+) with some nice ones mixed in. Good news for my dad was he caught a bunch of fish, but bad news was he was living his own version of dinkfest Groundhog Day without a single bass being 12 or more inches. I almost started feeling bad when we'd be working the same water and he'd get a dink and I'd pull out a nice one. It quickly became a joke that ended up lasting the whole day, and I would have enjoyed it every bit as much if the roles were reversed.
First fish of the day that set the tone for the rest of it.
Dinkville.
En fuego.
My next cast right after taking that pic.
My four biggest of the day went 3.5, 3.8, 4.6, and 5.1. Of course what would have been the biggest of the day broke me off... immediately went deep and when it felt me she made a b-line for the surface. Figuring it was a giant I dunked my rod in deep to keep her from jumping, and then she changed her mind and took me into a brush pile I never saw until it was too late. I could feel the line rubbing on the wood as she went through it and back out while making the drag sing and I knew that gut wrenching "ting" you feel when you're broken off was inevitable. Fun while it lasted but now I wish I had at least gotten to see her by letting her jump. Live and learn!
These were some of the most football-like early September bass I've ever caught. Built like it was April.