I was frozen like a popsicle early Monday morning, and yesterday it was 90*. Go figure. When I got to the lake last night it was so slick-calm and breeze-less that it was hard to believe wind existed anywhere else on earth. I'd forgotten my neck gaiter, so I was in dread over the idea of being engulfed by huge plumes of gnats and huffing them in, but they were nowhere to be found. Consequently, not a single fish broke the surface once in 3 hours. Not even a swirl. Things seemed quite hopeless. The really odd thing was that I was getting lots of short strikes in the same locations, which felt precisely like bedding bass bumping me off their nests. Doesn't seem possible being this early, but perhaps the water temps in the shallows got supercharged just enough to fake them out? Who knows?
Got the stuffed crappie on a Rapala Shallow Runner in Perch, and the basslings came on a Berkely The Champ Swimmer in crappie. Beat the skunk somehow and maintained my dignity, sort of.