As I was coming home from physical therapy today around 10:30, I passed one of the best fishermen I know going to Lake Ferguson. I thought if he were going, the fish had to be biting. The snap decision was made to go too. The only other thing on my agenda was to get my B-12 shot which I accomplished quickly. The boat was floating in the lake around 11:30. I went immediately to the 70 spot and broke out a DT-6. The willow leaves were on the water making it difficult to fish with a crankbait. As I tried to negotiate the leaves the fisherman passed going back toward the ramp. I caught one but continued down that bank looking for a crowd. The crowd was not there, or at least I couldn’t make them bite, so I left for greener pastures.  I had a spot in mind and it was a good thought. Eleven more fish were caught there. All the first dozen fish looked like they were made in the same mold. They were within 1/4 of a pound over or under 2 1/2 pounds. Most on the DT-6 but some on a worm and a DT-10. Fun fish to catch. I left that spot when I had plucked it like a chicken, or so I thought, and continued down the bank with the DT-6. A little way down the bank a 5 – 5 showed up. Hard to take a picture by yourself.

I’m not robbing a gas station that’s just my sun protection. A little farther down the bank a 3 – 0 showed up and as I landed it I noticed another boat had pulled in about where I started. The guy was working that spot like a job and I think he caught 2. The wind was blowing and when you caught a fish the wind blew you off of your spot. That is how I was counting his fish. One of those trolling motors that uses GPS to hold you on a spot would have been good today. I caught a couple more fish, one a 3 – 9, but was running out of the good bank. When I cranked up and moved to the other side the other boat cranked up and beat it back to the spot he had worked over so vigorously. As I fished down the other side I was observant and noticed the other boat caught nothing else. It was still plenty of light and I had 3 other places I wanted to try so I left. None of those produced any fish. I ended up with 16 bass and 5 or 6 stripes.

I will leave you with a picture of Freddie laying down in the road with a LIVE rattlesnake. I saw the picture and took a picture of it, hence the glare on the bottom center and part of the frame on the bottom. EDIT: Found out later from Freddie the snake was indeed dead. It fooled me because the head and tail were off of the ground just like a live one.