The game plan was changed almost completely this morning except for starting at the place where I’ve been catching the few fish that have cooperated.  That place is now burned out and has become a community spot.  Both perchjerkers and bass fishermen have descended on it.  Some of the alternative places I intended to fish were in the upper lake so that was my second stop. While fishing the ironwood bushes on the shallow side, I saw some activity in the shallow water and went for it with a “found” rattletrap type bait. I caught three there but none were much to write home about.  There were a good many “bumps with no hookup.

One of the small ones gave that desperate shake and even though my hand was, what I thought a safe distance from the hooks,  hooked me on the back of my right wrist. Thank goodness there are not many nerves there. It felt like the fish was hanging from my watch band. The fish continued to try to shake and each time I squeezed even harder with my left hand. I finally removed the hooks from its mouth and threw it overboard.  The pliers came out and the fish had wiggled so much the hook came right out without the snatch. Not even enough blood with this one to take a picture.  Up until this year I had never been stuck, but two times in a few months is getting to be a bad habit.

I continued to work the upper lake even marking some spots after running the depth finder and locating a break in the depth. That did not work either.

Finally I went back to the main lake and caught one more along with a few stripes for Willie. I stayed until 12:30, I think just because I don’t like to get beat like that.