Returning to Normal
After last week's day-long charity tournament , I spent the week recovering and licking my wounds. The winds, Mississippi river current, and Northern Pike left me quite sore. My mind was still on my next fishing trip, this one at a slower pace. One of my local fishing buddies and I were looking to get together and hit the water. We discussed and planned to fish my local waters. As mentioned in my previous posts, it has been a tough bite on my home waters this year since the re-freeze during the spawn. However, he had fished them the week prior and said the topwater action was good the week prior. We will meet at dawn. In my excitement to fish with a buddy on my home water, I forget my sonar. On the redundant trip, I notice more bass boats than usual heading towards the lake. I opt to launch at a shallow gravel launch opposite the main launch. My concern is confirmed when I see several bass boats huddling around the launch across ...