Clarence, our dog, usually gets out of our bed, and shakes twice when he’s ready to go outside to “do his business”. This morning at 10 until 4 was no exception. I usually “do my business” before I escort Clarence to the back yard.  This morning, I discovered when I came out of the bathroom, that I had been tricked because Clarence was back in the bed and IN MY SPOT and sandbagging, not wanting to move.

Since I was awake, I decided to make the best of the situation and go fishing.  By the time I arrived at the Garhole and launched it was 6 straight up. The bass have been in a different location each day in the Garhole. Today they were not out in the middle as they have been. They were still liking the Ribbit frog. This one was the last of the 8 caught in the first hour and the FOD of 3 – 9.

As the morning went on, the bite slowed and forced me to try other baits, one being a fluke. I used the fluke after getting a good fluke demonstration the other day from Hal.  Also the DT-6 came out and demonstrated its versatility, catching a 9 pound catfish on the first cast and then two bass and a crappie in quick succession. Eventually the DT-6’s mojo gave out and things were getting slow. I was hung up with a Ribbit  on a vine next to the bank and holding the line tight as I went to retrieve my bait as a Prothonotary Warbler came and lit on the end of my rod. It was a first ever for me. It stayed for a few seconds and left only as I stealthily, I thought, reached for the camera in my shirt pocket.

I ended the day with 17 fish which makes a total of 104 bass from the Garhole for the  3 trips in the last week. That is excellent but it’s time for the Garhole to rest for a while.