We’re there! Floor temp began at 50 levels within the morning.
50! Carl and I anticipated to smoke ’em on prime!
Yeah, not a lot. I had three explosive floor strikes on a 7.5″ Slug-Go. All on the identical forged. I’m lifeless sure that it was all one fish. One very aggressive fish with horrible purpose.
Sufficient with the unhealthy information. Apart from an absence of a floor chew, the fishing was incredible. Small (4 to 4.5″) plastics on 3/8oz heads have been our main instruments. Additionally caught some, together with one in all my slot fish, on jerkbaits.
My greatest second of the day was one of many slot fish I caught, that got here up and ate my jerkbait a number of inches underneath the floor, simply as I used to be about to carry it from the water. And he actually ate it. Got here up behind the lure with its mouth agape and made it disappear. Beginning with barely greater than a foot between my rod tip and the fish, the battle was each worrying and epic.