I went fishing at Presa Pocho yesterday and today. I landed one 10.2 pound bass 25 inch first picture, on a Junebug Zoom Ole Monster( My hot lure this spring), a 6.8 pound bass 23 inch second picture, on a square bill, numerus smaller bass on a variety of lures, and one 205 pound 72 inch fisherman third picture, also on a square bill.
My first cast I got a bite and missed, second cast I landed a 4.5 pound bass. Great way to start the day. I continued to catch small bass suspended in trees in deep water. The water temp. was 79 degrees, which is the warmest I have ever seen it at this lake. I was thinking the bigger bass must be still in the trees but deeper cooler water. The trees have large horizontal branches making it difficult to get lures below them. There is a fence line running in to the water from shore not far from one of the trees I like to fish. I always make a cast or two at some of the fence posts just because I have a hard time passing up visible targets even if they are only in 4 feet of water this time of year. I have never caught a bass over a pound on one of these posts, and doubted there were any bass this shallow, but as usual I had to make a cast while I was in the area. First cast I hooked and landed a 10.2 pound bass. It just goes to show how often I am wrong about where the big fish should be, and I usually catch my biggest bass at random times, due to dumb luck. Dumb luck or not, a DD is still a DD, I wont complain. Of course I worked many more shallow fence lines over for nothing but baby bass.
I went back to fishing the deep trees. My first cast I set the hook hard into what I thought was a tree but right when I was going to pedal over to try and get my lure the tree almost jerked the rod out of my hands. The bass wrapped me on a limb, and after a few minuets of give and take, she managed to wrap it solid, and snap the line. I guess my dumb luck was over, and I was back to my normal bass fishing style complete, with a giant that got away story.
Mid day I hooked a 1 pound bass and reached down to release it. I grabbed the leader, and the small bass jumped over my arm, hooking me with one of the treble hooks. It took a minuet to release the bass a and I have never seen a 1 pound bass fight so hard. Maybe it didn't fight any harder than normal, but my arm just might be more sensitive than any rod I have ever had. Luckily there was a couple commercial fisherman taking a siesta in hammocks not to far away. I pedaled over to the bank and walked over to where they take their brake. They helped remove the hook and I gave them the lucky lure. I was back to fishing with only a small delay in my day.
Today was slow. I caught a few small bass at my regular spots, and decided to try exploring a bit down the lake. I always troll while moving and caught a couple small bass after only a short distance trolling. I debated not putting the line out again, because I didn't think I would hook anything of size, and I was wasting time stopping to unhook 1 pound bass. I was travelling over a featureless flat, and didn't expect to catch anything, but I put the line out because it can't hurt to have a bait in the water. I went about 10 yards and hooked a 6.8 pound bass. I spent the next hour criss crossing that spot looking for any kind of cover or structure, but found nothing. The flat was a consistent 8 feet deep, mud bottom, with zero irregular features. Again just dumb luck.
The other end of the lake didn't produce any more bass, and because it was raining hard I decided to troll back to the launch and go home. I didn't even get a small bass on my way back. I should have stayed and fished all day in the rain, but it sure is nice being warm and dry at home. Even in Mexico it gets cold fishing all day in the rain wearing only shorts and a T shirt.
