I'm really going to try keeping this one short. I went to a different lake for a change of pace. I almost stopped at a favorite spot on the way in, but instead I went straight for an area with deep water adjacent to the bank. The other area was more of a flat, and I didn't think the fish would be up in there yet.
Anyway, I found slightly turbid water, though it was 60 degrees. I tried some brush with plastics, but found nothing. Pretty early on a scored a decent fish hopping a Specialty Tackle one knocker lipless crank.
It put up a good fight for it's size. Clouds and wind arrived shortly after and blew me down the bank. I headed for some deeper water, but got nothing. Finally I caught a little 10 incher off some brush with the soft jerkbait. That was it for a while. I probed the whole area with deep cranks and long lipped jerkbaits. Finally I decided to get back in the car and move to a new area. I managed a brute of an 8" bass from the same tree on the same bait.
I drove all the way to the end of the lake. The conditions were the same, and the wind was getting worse. I worked my butt off for an hour and a half, and managed one fish on a Duo Hacker Slaver 90 suspending jerkbait.
I tried deep cranks and dropshots as well, but that was all. On the way out, I took a quick peek at that first spot. I was cursing my name vehemently. The water was crystal clear, and bass cruised the shallows. I scrambled to grab my soft jerkbait rod, but it was severely tangled with my other rods. I worked it free and missed a fish on the first cast. On the fourth cast, I set the hook with a little too much enthusiasm and broke on off. Somehow the line had become frayed and I failed to notice it. Oh well, I was running late for work now anyway. I jumped back in my car and drove to Logan, grumbling under my breath the whole way regarding my poor decisions of the day.
Total for trip: 4 largemouth bass
Total for year: 266 fish