We were on the water shortly after 6:00 and fished until 9:00.
We launched at Clay Banks and trolled along the shoreline. Set up our rods with Senkos, Wacky style. About 5 or 6 casts in, I thought I got hooked up on one of the tree stumps, but then I felt some movement and line starting to go straight down. I tighten up the drag and start reeling in. Not sure at first what it was, but as I get it closer to the boat, we can finally see it is a pike. My first pike . . . I was stoked.
After a picture or two - we let him go.....It looked like it would be a good evening. We trolled around for about an hour or so, then headed off to some other spots and bays. Still fishing with the senko the rain starts to come down (not too much, but enough to make things wet). Make a few more casts up along the shore and BANG, another hit - another pike. Woo Hoo ! I'm loving it ...
We switch things up a little and start throwing frogs into the slop and weeds, looking for the bass. Will nails a nice SMB and into the live-well it goes. We keep pitching along the shore and a few more hits, but unable to set the hook as the fish were heading straight towards us and the boat.
I make a cast along one point, and it appeared to be rather deep, and all of a sudden my frog gets SLAMMED. It was a very agressive smallie. He drove the frog half-way up the line. As I tried to get him into the boat, he managed to shake the hook loose. I was amazed at how hard that little guy hit that frog.
We kept trolling along the shore. We try all different spots and bays, deep and shallow, but nothing else - even with the rain falling.
We say a HUGE heron, several ducks and even a beaver or maybe it was a muskrat - it was getting a little too dark to tell.
One last cast - and then its time to race back to shore. When we get back, we noticed that there was still one truck and trailer parked, so someone was still on the water. Hooked up the boat and released the bass back into the water, so he could be caught another time.
Can't wait to go out again !
Cheers
Scott
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