I couldn’t stand it. I called Hal and invited myself for another go at Cottonmouth Lake because the first trip was so good. It didn’t hurt that the last trip he made there he caught 3 over 6 pounds. At 5:30 we drove in the gate. That meant me getting up at 3 a.m. We started out in the mosquitoes when it was almost dark, but when the first dragonflys appeared the mosquitoes vanished. The game was to be in front of the bream feeder when it went off. We were there on time but the bass were not. The bream were and what big bream they were. If I go again, I’m going to take my fly rod . The bass were not interested in anything that moved too fast. Hal quickly caught a few on a worm but nothing too big. We caught small bass until the major period started about 10 a.m. Hal caught 3 that were about 3 3/4 apiece. They came from some trees in 15 to 20 feet of water. Notice the orange tag just behind the dorsal fin. One of the fish he caught was one that he had already tagged. He has caught several more than once.

The bass in Cottonmouth have a cottonmouth in that they just barely bite. You feel no big thump when they pick your worm up. The last time we went the small bass were schooled up out in the middle but they were not there Tuesday. They were schooled up, sort of, around the outside of the deep water trees. The visibility is at least 10 feet. Hal lowered a white swim jig until we couldn’t see it anymore. He then pulled it up with his rod and had at least three feet hanging under a seven foot rod. After I made a scalding afternoon comeback we finished with 27 bass. I looks like my specialty  was the little ones on Tuesday.