Mickey and I left for Lake Guntersville Friday morning early with hopes of getting there in time to fish that afternoon. We arrived on time but where we usually start in Brown’s Creek was white capping. If we put in on the lee side of the highway we reasoned  there might be some fishing to  be had. We could fish there but it was not easy due to the wind. Since conditions were terrible, we punted and decided to go elsewhere. We loaded the boat and drove to Siebold  Creek. There was a crowd there around each plot of grass. We got with the program and came out slinging a Ribbit. It took a little time, but we finally had one to blast to Ribbit.

We ended up catching 6 that afternoon, the hottest place, that we named the “Dead Fish Hole” was close to a big, dead, floating buffalo. It was in a place where the margin of the grass had a place where the margin sunk in. The time to go fishing is when you can but the “day rating” on my phone Friday was 70% but declining in the afternoon. The next day it was 42%, and the next was 16%, not a particularly good trend. We returned to Siebold the following morning and caught one before the rain started. Back to the ramp we went since we were so close to it. We returned to our cabin, studied the radar map, and decided it was going to rain for a while. We would get fired if we worked for the Weather Channel because when we awakened from our nap the weather was pleasant. Miss. State was playing Auburn and afterward Ole Miss was playing A & M so we opted to watch those two good football games. Brown’s Creek was the destination the next morning. There was lots of good grass and more shad than I’ve ever seen, and that includes Lake Ferguson. The fish were moving a little bit, with some 3 pounders jumping all the way out of the water chasing shad. After seeing one close by you could NOT get them to bite. We were frustrated and also watching the weather on the phone radar and it was showing some approaching storms. The timing was perfect because just as we got the boat tied down the sprinkle started. We drove to the Siebold landing to eat our lunch and watch the weather. There were some guys sitting there waiting for the weather to clear, as we were. The sporadic rains, some heavy, kept coming through but every now and then one of those guys couldn’t stand it and would cast off. Soon the bottom would fall out and they would return, soaked, to go sit in their truck. Went the rain would slack up they would return to the lake only to be drenched and again high tail it for the truck. All of this was highly entertaining to us. We even gave them names, bowlegs (even worse than mine), Auburn man, the skeeter man, and two of large size, whose name I will not reveal in an effort to keep the site clean.  On the way back to our cabin we revisited the dump we stayed the first year.

  

It was around 4:30 when we left the landing with a straight down rain. It was another day of 6 fish and probably 6 inched of rain.