I got a good lesson recently while fishing familiar water with a new friend. Dave had been on this big, clear reservoir a few times before; I was in my 19th season here. It's post spawn but I expected the smallmouth we were targeting to be in the vicinity of the flats they had occupied a few weeks ago, only deeper.
Dave started out with a 5" soft stickbait, wacky rigged. I've got a Plano 3700 filled with Senkos and more in old tackle boxes in a closet, but for some reason rarely throw them. Yamamoto's 5" hula grub has long been a go to bait and I've got reason to like Ikas as well. But not Senkos. I dunno, maybe it's contrariness on my part since so many other bassmasters love 'em.
At any rate, I scoop Dave's first smallie about 8:00 and within the next four hours he boats three more - and I'm talking decent fish, 2 1/2 - 3 1/2 lbers., not dinks. Meanwhile, I'm throwing a bit of everything. We had partly sunny conditions with a ripple on the water. I took a topwater for a walk, expected a smallie to slam a crank, was surprised that they passed on a tube. I did finally get a 14" fish to inhale a small offering on a drop shot rig I had been dragging.
Around noon, we headed to a different section of the lake. I'm rotating the above lineup as well as watching the flashing blades of a tandem spinnerbait to keep me awake. I took time out to net Dave's fifth decent smallie which he had interested in a - you'll never guess - a 5" wacky rigged Senko!
On the way to a steep break at the end of a large flat I was having an internal argument: Did I care to continue demonstrating my great perseverance by tossing baits that I like to throw but today's bass don't want to take . . . or do I want to catch fish?
We anchored on the break and as the boat was settling I tied an Owner #2 wacky/dropshot hook on 8 lb. mono. I stuck this hook through the middle of a Slim Yamasenko and cast into deep water. I engaged the reel and as I was lifting the rod, noticed the line moving out steadily. I lowered the tip and when the line tightened, set. This photo op came several minutes and three magnificent leaps later:
If I were a superstitious bassmaster, I'd say that this smallie was a reward for overcoming my stubbornness. I will say that I'm making room in my box for more Senkos. 6 lb. smallies like 'em.