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Father/son senior cut day. |
The Boy is just about finished high school. I think he has two finals next week for classes that really don’t matter all that much to him nor in the grand scheme of things, as he’s done the hard part and gotten into a great college for the fall. We booked this trip with Glenn early last winter, hoping the post-spawn, good flows, and the school schedule lined up. It did, and we had a great trip. We arrived to heavy fog resting about 50 feet over the river at 6 AM, and Glenn already had the boat in the water to beat its steady sink to the surface. We grabbed the lunches and took a short ride to the first of many honey holes on Glenn’s itinerary, and in beating the fog probably beat a handful of other boats out there this morning. I likened the trip lines on his electronics to the fluke drifts I have seen on the many inshore trips I have made over the years: The lines don’t lie—all those trips over the same stretches of water are there for a reason, and Glenn knows every inch of those pathways.
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The boy pulled his weight. |
He regularly called out the spot within the spot, and thankfully I have not lost my accuracy with a spinning rod, even when visibility was bad and I had to trust Glenn’s memory of what lie beneath the dirty water. My son inherited most of my patience, and when he’s focused, he’s hard to beat with finesse baits like a ned rig or, like today, a slowly worked swim bait. We both landed some really nice bass, but he got on the board early (as evidenced by the fog still present in photos) with two 19-inch bass and a handful of other good ones. The best bait was a modified swim bait with a custom blade attached to the weighted hooks. My guess is that a couple pops and falls with those blades flashing like wounded prey is hard to resist. We tried to get a spinnerbait bite going to no avail, but a heavy chatterbait falling off a drop off or a crankbait worked in the flats below islands also notched some bass, including a couple goods ones.
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A good start to a great day. The numbers. The modification that works magic. |
Before the fog burned off, a short rainbow led us to the first of a few multiple fish stops—my kind of pot of gold! Not every spot was magic, and even though the water was falling, few fish moved up tight to cover like they will very shortly. Instead of targeting targets and those tight pockets, we had the most success targeting the seams below targets, so it took some patience and persistence to figure out how they wanted it—not unlike when Kenny and I were out with Chris earlier this month. Glenn worked well with the boy again—he’s a dad of a teen and really patient. I had the front of the boat all day, but the back was often the advantage spot with the fish sitting back from the cover, and the boy took advantage of that spot a lot. He did really well. We landed 88 bass according to the pitch counter, and he pulled his weight for sure! We only caught one true dink, too. I think we managed to hit all the mid- to high- teens multiple times. If we landed all the fish we dropped, we may have gotten to 100 fish in the 7 hour trip. We debated quitting at 6 hours during a lull, and Glenn gave us the choice of doing 6 or 8. We compromised at one more hour when hour 6 arrived, and we were glad we powered through the midday lull. A couple of our best bass, bass that matched the early ones for length and weight, came in that last hour.
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Some pigs. Fog to sun. Son and sunrise |
I got up at 3 AM and drove there (and back) so I was getting tired, and the boy was up late, so he was starting to crash. It’s funny how the average fish start feeling like pigs around hour 6 of a long day. There was no need to push it to the full 8-hour trip, even though it was sunny and breezy out there, just a perfect spring day after a dreary start. We had talked about heading to his college, less than 40 minutes away, when we were more chipper at 6 AM. By 2 PM, we just wanted some Gator-aid and a Sheetz chicken sammich on our way back to Philly. He slept half the way home, the mitch! I am just glad that I can still do these long trips and feel good. In fact, I may make a trip west on Sunday or Monday to catch some trouts, since it’s clear that I can’t stay away from them for too long. Smallmouth are still number 2 (or 3 behind fall stripers) but I look forward to these trips with my son and catching up with Glenn or Chris, who really work to get him on fish. If the stars align, we may take a twilight cruise with Glenn like we did last summer. The schedule is tight with my son graduating and going off the college this fall, so if it does not happen, I am grateful that this father/son trip turned out so great.
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A couple late day piggies and the many more along the way. |