Temps made it up to the mid 50s during the day, but that did me no good. By the time I got up to my spot it was a chilly November 44 degrees. Low 30s during the overnights has the water cold. My feet were hurting only two hours in which was my fault for taking the easy route by wearing my PVC hip waders. Even with heavy socks, their integral boots transmit the cold directly to my tootsies. Brrr. Neoprene stocking foot waders with separate boots are so much warmer. Next time for sure.
There was zero wind, so even with a moonless sky the baitfish were locked down in place. They wouldn't move an inch even with a bright LED blasting them. Oddly, the Milfoil and Coontail have barely dropped except for right near the shoreline, and they're as crisp as they were in July.
Got a few subtle bass bites dragging a Blue/Green -flake fluke where I could find scattered bluegills staged up, but none got the hook. One was heavy for sure, but it just held on tight then let go. I rotated around to the eastern shoreline where I expected the water to be warmer, but strangely it was even colder. At this point my dogs were really barking, so I changed things up for one last go.
Tied on a Black/ Blue-Flake-Blue tipped SK Shim-E Stick and chucked it into a long weed bed in about 1' of water. This zone is pickerel heavy, so I knew I was taking a risk with straight 15lb braid, but beggars can't be choosers and I didn't want to skunk. Got a hard bite, which was very pickerel-esque, then some heavy headshakes and wide runs which is very big pickerel-esque, so I was sure I was getting broken off. Once I saw the fat belly and large mouth my fears subsided. No razor teeth and I lipped a well-fed chunk. Skadoosh. Shuffled out of there, unfroze my frozen feet in the truck, and drove home with a smile.