I went to early church this morning and when I returned home and let the dogs out it was 10:30. There was enough time for a quick trip to Lake Ferguson so I went for a few hours but only a few because I couldn’t leave the dogs in their pens very long. I made a break for the lake. The boat cranked quickly and ran well considering that the first part of November was the last time it was run. There were only three other bass boats on the ramp. I had a particular stretch of the steep bank in mind to fish. A DT-10 started, a worm was second and a Booyah was the last bait I tried, each on a pass down the bank. I had a nip on both the Booyah and the DT-10 but no hookups. The water temp was 48 to 51 degrees, warm enough for the fish to be a little shallower than I was fishing, so I moved. One took the DT-6 as it passed by a tree. The fish was close to 3 pounds so I pulled out the scales, knowing all the time it was a 2-13. Sure enough it was 2-13 on the money and I had to laugh out loud at myself. When I caught that one so quickly in that spot, I thought I was going to “skin em up” as Mickey likes to say.  But it didn’t happen. I cruised down that bank and had only caught one more small one when the good spots ran out. I went back to the spot where I started and went the other way. A good fish hit the DT-6 but got off after a few seconds. Would not even come up to where I could see it. I kept on down the bank and this one bit. A 5 – 8 with  several black spots. You can see one on the gill covers.

After that I fished down farther but nothing but ideas of other spots that were similar to this one. My time had run out however so I had to leave. The water in the lake had about 3 feet of visibility and was that beautiful Lake Ferguson green color. I’m going back as soon as I can.