Shorebang coughs up a bucket

It was getting to the point where I was asking myself, “Am I ever going to catch a big fish?”  Had to pull a quick morning cast grab just to try and beat some of these “weekday warriors” to the hot spot. Get there and see fish shallow but in ultra finicky mode. As much as I love the flat water morning bite, I think the afternoon bite has been much better…or so I am told. Lucky for me I was able to trick ol One Eye here into taking the tube jig.

The trick was casting far away from the fish and bringing the lure in as slow as your patience will allow. Most of the time I have to slow hop the lure to keep it out of trouble or the weed matte. When I get close I let the lure stop and give it a slow “bump, bump, bump” with the rod tip. This will literally call the fish to the bait sometimes. When it works I look a genius. When it doesn’t, I try something else.

These days I am weighting my tubes with 1/8oz weight until I see fish run on the plop. Then I trim down to 1/16 or go weightless. Even then a timid fish will flee at the first sign of trouble. Air temps were a blissfull 58 degrees but warmed to near 80’s by mid-day. If I was a gambling man I would say that the warmwater action would have been better at 6PM as opposed to 6AM. Fishing is a gamble most of the time and every trip is another roll of the dice.

 My name is Matt and I’m a fishaholic.