This morning at 8:00 I met Hal at the Wallace Creek landing at Lake Enid. We haven’t fished together since July so it was time. Things started off slowly with bites hard to come by. The lake is being pulled down for winter and is low, about a foot lower than when Hal last fished there just a few days ago. The weather forecast was for a Southwest wind but when we launched it was coming from the East and had a pretty good chill to it. The water temperature was 50 degrees. We fished some shallow vertical snags and tree tops and only caught a couple, one here, one there. Hal knows where a lot of the good spots are and is a good guide. A DT6, a Strike King KVD 1.5 crank bait, plastics, a swim bait, a Rapala Brat, and a rage blade vibrating jig rounded out our offering to the fish. About half way around our circuit of the lake we came upon a pair of stumps Hal has named the sisters. We couldn’t figure out whether they were the Two or Three sisters. There were three stumps above the water but two came from the same tree which caused our confusion. We caught a 5 1/2 there which turned out to be the FOD and another small one. Since it was a little deeper there, we used a DT6. When we left there we went to some very shallow snags where we had no luck. The wind made it very hard to hold the boat in position and Hal was working hard. I suggested we tie up to a small snag and have lunch. The wind quieted down somewhat as we had a sandwich. It was most pleasant as the sun had become balmy and we watched bald eagles flying around. After lunch we returned to the sisters where a 4 1/4, and two fours came to the boat. We then tried a shallow point where we have caught fish before, but not lately. There was some activity there but it turned out to be stripes. To get to the landing this morning I had to drive across the dam, and when I did, I noticed some treetops in the water, relatively shallow . We caught a few fishing there after making two passes . There is a section of rocks on the North bank that I have always liked the looks of, I guess because we don’t have many rocks around, at least, none that big. I always like to fish them and, on occasion, have caught a few fish there. The lake is so low many of the rocks were on the bank but not all. The wind behaved the weatherman and had turned around to blowing from the South, which made it blow straight into that bank. I always say the wind positions the fish and it certainly did today. We caught 10 fish there in short order. However when the school quit, they quit. I believe that was the best session I’ve ever had on those rocks. Hal kids me about always wanting to go fish the rocks before we leave. I have news, it’s going to be worse now. We ended up with 25 fish and the aforementioned 5 !/2 FOD. The 5 largest weighed 20 3/4 pounds. The day was definitely worth the early morning drive.

It’s been a cold 10 days since the last excursion to the Garhole. I’m sure the water temperature has dropped like a rock, but the temperature sensor on my depth finder is broken, so no help. Fishing started at 8:30 this morning and of course with a DT6 . I quickly changed to a jig after no interest in the first spot. One reason for the change was there were no bites and another was because of all of the floating leaves. Almost impossible to use a crank bait without catching a leaf on each cast. The jig was better in that you could work your line through the leaves better. The jig got a bite too, so light I could barely feel it, and when I checked it out by tightening my line a little to feel if it was indeed a fish, I felt it leave. This went on for quite some time until I got desperate and tried a swim bait hoping I would feel the bite and let the fish swallow it before I set the hook. If they wouldn’t chase the crank bait, I wasn’t sure they would chase the swim bait. I threw it the first time over a submerged tree top and slowly retrieved it and when it came over a submerged limb a bass smacked it. I set the hook and a 2 1/2 chased off the skunk that was trying to become a reality. Thinking I had found the bait I was looking for I continued with the swim bait, but it was a good while before I caught another on it. I tried all the spots that were productive on my last two successful trips but not much was going on. The fish that I caught were cold as ice. Fish are cold blooded and when the water is cold it slows their metabolism and they get lethargic and move a lot slower. All this figured in to my bait selection. I finally caught one on a jig in surprisingly shallow water. I had figured they may be deep because of the cold water. By now it was just past noon. I kept moving trying to find where the wind was positioning the fish. Once when moving, I picked up the DT6 and started throwing, working it slower than I had earlier. Much to my delight, I caught one, and then another. They hit right at the boat, indicating they were still not just eating it up. I had on a jerk bait that I wanted to try. One hit it on the first cast as soon as I pulled it down and stopped it. It felt like a big fish. When I got it to the boat I saw it had been hooked in the middle of its body when it hit at the bait. Sharp hooks.

The photo gives you an idea of the leaf problem and shows another cold blooded animal trying to soak up a little heat in the sun. Back to fishing. After a few more casts with the jerk bait, and no bites, I went back to the DT6. It would get bites but some would come unpinned showing they were still a little slow. If you stopped it they would usually bite. Finally that spot ran out of bites. It was where the fish were grouped up the Sunday I caught 43. I put the trolling motor on high to go to the place I caught them 10 days ago. They were there too but were a little smaller fish on average. The DT6 I am using is the same one that I posted the photo of about two posts ago that is so beat up. I’m going to take another photo of it because there’s no way it’s going to last much longer. It was getting late, probably close to 4:00 and the fish had quit biting so I quit. The final figure was 14 with a FOD of three pounds even. Lucked up and snatched the fat out of the fire today.

After deer hunting with the crossbow yesterday I went to the Garhole this morning to fish. The day was gorgeous, not a cloud in the sky. The leaves are starting to turn making the scenery delightful. My phone camera does not do the colors justice.

After the good day last week, I headed directly to the place where the fish were grouped up but I did not get a single bite there. The wind was not blowing and in the Garhole the wind positions the fish. Just fishing around I managed to catch 10, one here one there. The DT-6 that was almost destroyed after the hang up on Eagle Lake has been repaired with a new split ring and rear hook. It still caught fish, but the fish were not as active as last Sunday and the jig had to take up the slack. Even caught one on a vibrating jig and one on a swimbait. The wind picked up a little before noon. In one place where no fish were caught last week, the DT-6 began to do it’s thing. The fish were not as large as last week but hit just as hard. When they gave out on the DT-6, the jig caught the ones that didn’t want to chase the fast moving crank bait. I reel the DT-6 very fast. A bass can’t stand to see anything that it thinks that is going to get away so when that bait burns by them they just have to hit at it and those sharp little hooks will catch them. The fish had slowed down a lot but the wind had slowed down too. Then I got a hard bite that really pulled. I thought I had the FOD but the fish did not jump. When I finally saw the fish it was a gaspergou, or freshwater drum. In my experience when you are in a school of feeding fish, and you catch a goo, that usually signals the end of the bite. I really don’t know why but that has been my observation over the years. It was certainly true this time so I had to get back on the hunt. The wind was blowing just as it did last Sunday so I thought I’d try that place again and see if anything was happening there. Something dimpled the water as I was getting there and it got my hopes up. Sure enough, first cast a fish. Second cast a fish but no more no matter how much casting I did. No dice on the jig. Since the wind had picked back up I rushed back to where they had been biting to see if the fish had returned. They had but only a few on the DT-6. Most had to be coaxed to bite with the jig by shaking it at them. I have only recently fished much with a jig and am beginning to really like it. It seems that the little “tail biters” will not fool with a jig. I have one that I like and I do not even know the brand. What I really like about it is the line tie is completely back in the head which makes it very weedless. The skirt has almost come off but I am going to find out how to replace it. I ended up with 34 fish . The FOD was 4 – 1 and three others were over 3 pounds. I had to laugh at myself because I weighed three others that I thought might be over 3 but each one was 2 – 13, my magic number. The fish size was good but not quite as good as last trip to the Garhole.

I drove to Eagle Lake this morning with a boat that was full of gas. It’s a big lake and I planned to explore a little. The lake has docks and more docks, all were in terrible shape due to the high water this year. The water had been over the top of most of the docks and the wave action had heavily damaged them. The lake was just recently opened to fishing. When I first arrived there were about a dozen trucks in the parking lot. When getting ready to launch I pulled the rope on the trolling motor and it promptly broke. There are two spares but they are hard to put on. As I was working on the problem about another dozen boats pulled in and launched. They looked like bass fishermen but as I later found out most were fishing for crappie. When the problem was finally fixed, and the boat was launched, I followed Horace Greeley’s advice and went West. I had heard docks were where the fish were so I found a stretch of shoreline that had a good many . I am not a good dock fisherman but I gave it a good shot alternating a swim jig and a DT-6 and managed to catch a couple of small bass. Of course, the DT-6 caught the fish. The water was mostly shallow around the docks except out at the very end where the drop off was. Since there was all kind of debris under the docks, it seemed like I stayed hung up. Finally my favorite beat up DT-6 was hung up and it seemed to be terminal, even though it was in shallow water and I could reach it with the pole with the hook on the end. Finally the hook was able to catch the hook on the bait and I pulled until the split ring separated. I got the bait back but it was bent up so I put on a fresh DT-6. I’m still going to try to refurbish it because it has been so great. I took this photo just a few minutes before the mishap.

You can see it is even more beat up than in the Wolf Lake photo but it was still catching fish.

I was trying to figure out this dock fishing but there was no telling where the fish would be around the dock. Some would be under the walkway and some would be on the edges and one was out to the side. I threw in that spot because it was in the shade. The fish that grabbed the bait was a 5 – 10 FOD. Some of the fish were 2 or better and some were small. I kept moving and trying different spots with docks and finally the total was up to 13 fish at 2:30. The bite had slowed and I had an hour and a half to drive home so I called it a day.

I awakened early this morning and could not go back to sleep so I got up and during coffee decided to go fishing since I have not been in a good while . The Garhole was where I wanted to go so I gathered my gear and took off. Deer season is on so I had to make sure no one was hunting on my way there because I didn’t want to ruin anyone’s hunt. At the signup the coast was clear, no one anywhere close. I signed in ” Garhole Fishing”. The jeep was going to be my transportation because of the wet roads. Since it was cold, I turned on the heater, which amounts to flipping up the windshield. The weather was calm with a little fog that was burning off. Fishing started slow at around 8:30. I decided that today was going to be a day of learning, as with a few different baits than I usually use. Instead of a worm or shaky head I was going to use a 1/2 ounce green jig and instead of a Booyah spinner bait I was going to use a bladed jig. The jig replaced the worm in an effort to keep all the small “tailbiter” bass from pestering me all day. You can be sure a DT-6 was on one rod however. Starting off in a place that is very good most of the time the results were disappointing with the DT-6, a DT-10 and the bladed jig but I finally caught one there on the 1/2 ounce jig and nearby one on the bladed jig. Things were slow, and I expected them to be, because the solunar tables showed the major feeding period to be from 5:40 to 7:40 in the afternoon. Usually, I have seen the actual bite starts 2 to 3 hours before the published time so I expected a slow start. Slow it was, one fish here and one there, none bunched up . By noon I had caught 9, with the largest at 3 – 10, the only one caught on the DT-6 early. The jig accounted for 4, as did the bladed jig. There are some water oak trees around the hole that are beginning to drop their acorns , a favorite deer food. A good many were hitting the water. The thought ran through my mind that maybe I should be in a stand somewhere instead of being in the boat fishing. I’ve always said the wind positions the fish in the Garhole and as I went around I tried to figure out where that spot was. Something turned on the switch at 1:00 and I stumbled into the spot. There was a fish on every cast with the DT-6 that had its photo in a previous Bitespot post because it was so torn up. It got a lot more damaged today but was still catching fish at the end of the day. It caught 14 fish in 40 minutes. The wind quit blowing and the fish stopped biting. The fish were of good size, 2 to 3 pounds almost every one, and they were hitting hard. No nips today. I ventured a little farther but not getting too far from that spot. The jig became hung up on some sticks under the water and as I motored over to get it unhooked a bass jumped. When I tried to unhook the snag I found that the fish was hooked on the bait. I had no idea it was there. It must have hooked itself. When your luck is running you need to go with it. There was another mini school that I caught a few more from but when the wind started blowing again I went back to the hot spot and, sure enough, it was every cast again for a short while before it slowed down to one every now and then. I weighed a few of the larger fish today that looked to be in the 3 pound range, and they were, but then things were going too fast, so I just started declaring the ones that I judged to be 3 or better. Fish number 40 was 4 – 8 the FOD (fish of the day), and number 41 was 4 – 5, the two of the day over 4. I weighed and judged that 11 fish were 3 pounds or better, counting the two 4’s. Most of the others were between 2 and 3 pounds all in all a great day of fishing. There were maybe a half dozen or so of the 43 fish that were less than a pound.