I met Moc (Martin) and Rockchaser (Jim) at Slavins ramp about 9:45. We paddled toward the tree that Capt C-Hawk memorialized in his post last week. The current was coming in moderately fast. Jim anchored up and had fish on pretty quickly. He kept up a steady catch of catfish while Martin and I watched without any success.
After a while even "Catfish Jim" stopped catching, so we headed a mile in the other direction. Jim continued to catch catfish, and after a while Martin did too. I continued not to catch catfish. I thought the fresh menhaden I had bought yesterday would work nicely -- apparently not.
I finally moved away from them and tried some casting at a sunken barge. Martin told me there would be crappie all over the place there. The crappie must have moved, because we could not find them. However, while casting a 1/8-oz jighead and 2" twister tail with my ultralight rod, I got a strong pull and lots of swimming around. A minute later, the fish surfaced for the first time -- it was a stocky LMB of about 17". That was a lot of fun. I continued casting around the barge and found one region that produced three more bites. These bass were energetic and leaped out of the water several times each.
I left Jim and Martin, and also Chexone (who had come out on his own) still fishing for catfish. I returned to the spot where we had started out. I anchored up in the strong current and cast out a two-hook bottom rig with bloodworm on the top hook and a menhaden chunk on the bottom. I think I was fishing at the same spot where Jim nailed them earlier. But my day finished without even a catfish nibble.
After a while even "Catfish Jim" stopped catching, so we headed a mile in the other direction. Jim continued to catch catfish, and after a while Martin did too. I continued not to catch catfish. I thought the fresh menhaden I had bought yesterday would work nicely -- apparently not.
I finally moved away from them and tried some casting at a sunken barge. Martin told me there would be crappie all over the place there. The crappie must have moved, because we could not find them. However, while casting a 1/8-oz jighead and 2" twister tail with my ultralight rod, I got a strong pull and lots of swimming around. A minute later, the fish surfaced for the first time -- it was a stocky LMB of about 17". That was a lot of fun. I continued casting around the barge and found one region that produced three more bites. These bass were energetic and leaped out of the water several times each.
I left Jim and Martin, and also Chexone (who had come out on his own) still fishing for catfish. I returned to the spot where we had started out. I anchored up in the strong current and cast out a two-hook bottom rig with bloodworm on the top hook and a menhaden chunk on the bottom. I think I was fishing at the same spot where Jim nailed them earlier. But my day finished without even a catfish nibble.
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