Author: Troy Jackson

Strip Mine Report 7/30

All of the kids went to my folks’ for the weekend so I got a shot at another unexpected fishing trip (and Julie and I actually got to go out for dinner two nights in a row, been many years).  My fishing destination was the Knox County, IL strip mines bright and early last Sunday morning to see if I could find some more bass.

Stats

Date: July 30, 2017
Locations: Knox County, IL strip mines (2 private, 1 public)
Time: 5:35am-11:45am (5.25 hours fishing)
Weather: Sunny/breezy to windy
Air Temp: 60-78F
Water Temp: no reading
Totals: 12 bass
Lures:
Booyah Buzz Buzzbait (chartreuse white shad) – 7 bass
Mann’s Baby 1- crankbait (copper) – 2 bass
5” Senko wacky rig (pumpkin with black flake) – 2 bass
Zoom Baby Brush Hog (green pumpkin) – 1 bass
Top Bass: 1-13 Mann’s Baby 1- crankbait
Top 5 Weight: 6-8 (1-13,1-5,1-3,1-3,1-0)

Notes & Nonsense

6:35am 14.5″ 1-3 Senko                                                                                           6:44am 12.5″ 1-0 Buzzbait

On Time Arrival – My intent on these early morning outings is to get on the water right about the time that it is getting light enough to see what I’m doing.  With a drive of roughly an hour, that means getting up around 3:30am to put the finishing touches on breakfast, pack a lunch, get dressed and load the few remaining pieces of gear.  This time around I hit everything just about right and made my first cast at 5:35am.  First bass showed up twenty five minutes later on a buzzbait after my first three go to spots let me down.  The first “keeper” came aboard at the one hour mark amidst a bite that was enough to keep me interested but not the daybreak flurry I was seeking.  At times I wonder if I actually get up before the bass and if that whole early bird thing does not apply when it is man versus fish.


7:05am 14.5″ 1-3 Buzzbait                                                                                                   8:15am 15″ 1-5 Baby Brush Hog  

Plan B – By 9:10am it was time to shift gears as two typically productive lakes had failed to give up any of the big bites I was seeking on the buzzbait.  I had nine bass on several different presentations with four at 12” or better but the heaviest was only 1-5.  I still had at least a couple more hours to fish so I decided to wing it and tackle a reunion trip I’d contemplated since 2011, the last time I fished an off the beaten path, public spot that I call Locust Lake.

Locust Lake – This destination requires a portage from another body of water and upon dragging my boat to the area I was met with a frequent hint of something dead wafting through the air.  I figured it might be a dead deer or something until I caught a glimpse of Locust Lake through the surrounding reed forest.  Dead bass and bluegill littered the nasty brown water and a dying mat of slimy surface vegetation covering the majority of the lake.  Well, I’d invested about twenty minutes to get there so I decided to go ahead and explore although I didn’t hold out much hope for success.

Dead Sea Results – Rowing through the mossy surface I spooked a handful of bluegill and several bass when crossing the scattered open water areas on the lake.  And about ten minutes into casting I had a 12.5” keeper on a buzzbait.  Several minutes later I landed a second bass at 13.5” on the Mann’s Baby 1- crankbait.  But my strangest and final catch would be the best of the day at 17.5” as the crankbait came through again.  The fish was so gaunt and sickly looking though that I was truly a little hesitant to even lip the thing as it just looked nasty.  I guess it was healthy enough to eat, possibly starving, but I sure think its days are numbered.

11:27am 17.5″ 1-13 Baby 1- crankbait  – Three pics of the same fish still don’t do justice to how scrawny and sickly this bass looked.  It easily should have weighed two and a half pounds with even a modest build.  The lake facing shots serve to display a few of  the dead fish in the background as well as a look at the nasty dying weeds, pretty messed up but somehow two other bass also bit.

Theory of a Dead Lake – The area around the south bank of Locust Lake had been completely bulldozed with trees and nasty strip mine soil perched on the rim above the lake.  My guess is that whatever got stirred up in that dozing process has found its way into the lake and put a real hurting on the fish (largest dead bass was likely around four pounds, pretty sad).  If you’ve never roamed the strip mines, let me tell you, there are some pretty weird looking pieces of ground scattered around despite reclamation efforts.  I’ve long referred to them as “patches of the lunar landscape” as they are devoid of life and have a color that doesn’t resemble real dirt.  In addition, you find runoff areas that have water that don’t look like water if that makes sense.  At any rate, something ain’t right as there is a second body of water nearby that was surrounded by bulldozed terrain and, you guessed it, a bunch of dead bluegill, bass and a few walleye.  Strip mines have provided me with countless hours of outdoor enjoyment but the whole process has really done a number on some areas.

At any rate, I thought I’d get an answer on whether Locust Lake was still worth the effort but I must admit that I walked away rather confused.  Perhaps a revisit next spring may be worth a shot before the vegetation kicks into gear and to assess if cool weather has a revitalizing effect or simply finishes the job.  Stay tuned on that one I guess and tune in tomorrow for the latest monthly Top 5 stat wrap.  Talk to you later.  Troy

Fishing Lines Revisited

(Note: This is a posting originally submitted on August 1, 2011 while blogging for HeartlandOutdoors.com.  Sentiments still the same, just some more water under the bridge.)

Borrowing a standard rock concert ploy, I’m calling out for a little audience participation.

If you anticipate mulling over the merits of monofilament or brooding about the benefits of braids, I’m afraid you’re out of luck.  No, the lines I’m after are song lyrics.  If anyone is willing to play along feel free to enlighten the rest of us with any fishing related lyrics that you may enjoy.  It’s entirely up to you whether it is an entire fishing song, a couple lines in a non fishing related tune, metaphor, innuendo or whatever.  You see, in addition to fishing, I also truly enjoy music so today provides a reason to combine a pair of passions.  If you are interested in my inspiration feel free to read on as I get kind of lost in the next couple paragraphs.  If not, I’m warning you in advance to either skip to my picks at the end of this posting or simply escape while you can and hopefully come back for something else on another day.

It was thirty years ago today when a fourteen year old music fan (and millions of others) was introduced to something completely different; MTV – Music Television.  August 1, 1981 opened the floodgates to an eclectic mix of rock legends (The Who, The Rolling Stones, David Bowie), legends to be (John Cougar, U2, Tom Petty), lady rockers (Pat Benatar, Stevie Nicks, Debbie Harry), future pop superstars (Madonna, Prince), strange new wave acts (Devo, Adam & The Ants, Siouxsie & The Banshees, Talking Heads) and one hit wonders (The Buggles, Aldo Nova, Taco, Dexy’s Midnight Runners).

Prior to this rock around the clock menagerie of television tunes I’d had to get my weekly fix via programs such as “The Midnight Special”, “Don Kirshner’s Rock Concert”, “Night Flight”, “Solid Gold’’, “American Bandstand” and an occasional dose of “Soul Train.”  In addition, there were also the brief glimpses of performers on Saturday Night Live.  For a kid raised on these bits and pieces of musical performance and Chicago’s classic WLS 890AM, music television was a revolution.  And, yes, unlike today it was videos all day, every day.  For an impressionable teenaged music lover it was “Just What the Doctor Ordered“(can’t help a bit of an assist from Uncle Ted Nugent).

Forgive me for that bit of introduction concerning my inspiration but I hope you’ll understand that I’m a man who just gets to ramblin’ at times.  Anyway, here’s a few of my favorites.

Second Runner Up – “Fishin’ in the Dark” – The Nitty Gritty Dirt Band (1987) – This one was popular back when me and my buddies were into fishing, country music and a few beers (once I turned twenty one), thus it is certainly a slam dunk for my list.  However, I’m still not sure this tune is all about fishing.

First Runner Up – “A Country Boy Can Survive” – Hank Williams, Jr. (1982) – Fishing lines such as “I can catch catfish from dusk ‘til dawn” and “we can skin a buck and run a trotline” are classics.  (Note: In the interest of honesty though I don’t know the first thing about processing deer.)  Even without the fishing references, you’ve still got to love a song that also includes “I’d love to spit some Beechnut in that dude’s eyes.”

Winner – “He Went to Paris” – Jimmy Buffett (1973) – I’m no Parrothead but have simply always loved a good story song.  While not entirely a “fishing” song I dig these lines near the end; “Now he lives in the islands, fishes the pilin’s/And drinks his Green Label each day/Writing his memoirs, losin’ his hearin’/But he don’t care what most people say.”  Fishing, booze, writing and a bit of a recluse; there have been occasions when I’ve aspired to be that guy.

Now it’s your turn.  Talk to you later.  Troy

(Note: I could go on and on, maybe next August…)

Lost Grove Lake Report 7/25

Another Tuesday evening outing worked its way into the schedule for the fourth time this summer. And yet again, way too much sun for my liking also worked its way into my fishing trip but you get what you get and you don’t throw a fit. I’ll also tell you up front that I didn’t get much but such is fishing and I will stick to my commitment of a fishing report for every outing through thick or thin.

Stats
Date: July 25, 2017
Location: Lost Grove Lake, IA
Time: 6:16pm-8:31pm
Weather: Sunny/windy
Air Temp: 80F
Water Temp: no reading
Totals: 1 bass
Lures:
5” Yamasenko wacky rig (pumpkin with black flake) – 1 bass
No bass at 12” or better

Notes & Nonsense

Crank Bank Revisited – In the report from my previous visit to Lost Grove I noted that “I discovered a spot that could certainly pay further dividends and will be a regular stop.” Just as planned, I stuck with the “regular stop” portion of that statement.  In fact, I made two runs through the stretch. However, the “regular dividends” aspect did not pan out as it failed to give up a fish. I did get one decent strike on a buzzbait but couldn’t hook up with several follow up casts with a Senko and Whopper Ploppper. Got some neat footage of the strike with my GoPro but need to find some editing software (and time) to mess with that stuff as well as decide just how to utilize video in this whole venture, if at all…


Gotta admit that the GoPro thing is pretty cool as this buzzbait strike shows, even though the fish had bad aim. Proud of myself though for not setting the hook as I never felt the fish on, did make me jump a bit though as I observed in the video footage.

Last Gasp Cast – As sunset loomed and I neared my two hour window that I’d looked to fish, the bass still had the upper hand in dealing me a shutout and one lone missed bite as noted above. With a bit of sunlight remaining I decided a final cruise down a stretch in proximity to the launch was going to be my last chance. 8:30pm was originally quitting time but zero bass had me lingering for a few more desperate casts. At 8:31pm my quest was fulfilled with a bite on the Senko wacky rig and I truly didn’t care that the bass was a whole 10”, at least I avoided the embarrassing shutout. That was good enough for me as it is always rewarding to catch a bass on the last cast and perhaps even more so when it’s the only fish of the evening.


8:31pm Lone bass 10″ on the Senko, anyone remember that old show “My Favorite Martian” where the guy would sprout antennae from his head?

No sense in milking this one out any more than necessary as the buzzbait strike and final catch were pretty much the only items of note and admittedly not overly noteworthy to anybody but the guy in the boat.

Thought this was finally gonna get me caught up on fishing reports but guess where I am this morning? Yep, sitting in a boat in the strip mines as the stars aligned once again and all the kids are gone to my folks. Actually a tough call to fish or sleep in but think I am doing the right thing. Besides, no kids when I get home means I can even take a nap. Hopefully, my outing today will provide something for a Monday Top 5 update as I have not received any fish from the “fans.” If not, full report up later next week anyway. Talk to you later. Troy

Strip Mine Report 7/23

So, what to do to kick off my 50th birthday in style?  Why, a fishing trip, of course.  Up at 4:15am and half a dozen bass in the log before anybody probably even got up at my house.  I could also write “before anybody even missed me” for as long as those kids have their mama around I don’t think they notice that I’m gone, even on my birthday.

Stats
Date: July 23, 2017
Location: Little John Conservation Club (2 lakes)
Time: 6:30am-12:15pm (5.25 hours fishing)
Weather: Sunny/breezy to windy
Air Temp: 74-86F
Water Temp: no reading
Totals: 11 bass
Lures:
Whopper Plopper (I Know It) – 5 bass
5” Senko wacky rig (pumpkin with black flake) – 2 bass
Booyah Buzz Buzzbait (chartreuse white shad) – 2 bass
Zoom Baby Brush Hog (green pumpkin) – 2 bass
Top Bass: 3-8 Buzzbait
Top 5 Weight: 8-1 (3-8,1-8,1-1,1-0,1-0)


6:33am 13″ 1-1 Whopper Plopper                                                                                   6:58am 13″ 1-0 Whopper Plopper

Notes & Nonsense

Immediate Feedback – Julie and the kids bought me a GoPro for my birthday as I must admit to being a bit entertained by a handful of fishing oriented YouTubers over the last year or so.  I’m nowhere near as hip as this bunch but do take some consolation in the fact that I was pulling a few of their stunts before they were even born or Al Gore invented the internet.  Anyway, this was the inaugural GoPro outing and believe it or not I caught a bass on my first cast of the morning, GoPro filming and everything.  Only a 10” fish but had to laugh at my good fortune despite such “luck” superstitiously being the kiss of death via a first cast bass.  The jury is still out on what will become of the GoPro footage in terms of any public display but that’s a decision and a blog entry for another time.

You Go Back, Jack, Do It Again (Steely Dan, Do It Again, 1972) – Stop number two did not live up to expectations with only three bass in just under three hours with the largest being 13” and one-pound even on the buzzbait.  The other pair came on the Senko wacky rig and I busted off a fish on a creature bait on the hookset as my knot pulled free.  Just not my day on this spot, even when I slowed down a bit.  Once again focused on force feeding a buzzbait in less than ideal conditions looking for that one bite but my stubbornness did not pay off.  The good thing was I still had at least another hour and a half before I had to head home.  The tough thing was deciding on the next fishing hole that would present the best opportunity to get something big.  I mulled it over as I rowed back to the ramp and came up with the brilliant plan to go back to the lake I’d selected to start my day.

7:23am 15″ 1-8 Whopper Plopper                                                                      10:29am 13″ 1-0 Buzzbait

That One Bite – It took me thirty minutes upon my return to lake one before I fooled my first bass of visit number two while slowing down with a Texas rigged creature bait.  Not looking like a real winning move in my choice of a return trip at that point as the sun dominated the sky and the noon hour was just around the corner.  I was desperate for cloud cover and when a lone cloud showed up between me and the sun it was time to bust out the buzzbait yet again…and it worked to the tune of a 3-8 to save the day.  Crazy thing is, it was the fourth time I had worked this particular historically productive area on this trip and the only bite it produced.  With a blend of perseverance and stubbornness I got my bite.

Top Bass 11:40am 19″ 3-8 Buzzbait                                                               New appearance of an old lure

BBH – This abbreviation found its way into the logbook again after a significant absence from being on the end of the line for a cooperative bass.  Strange how lure selection can result in lures that come and go as I get in a rut, rely heavily on comfort lures or swing for the fences with a proven big bass bait.  In this case it was a welcome and successful changeup in my choice to slow it down as the Zoom Baby Brush Hog was my Texas rig bait of choice.  I’d struggled this year to entice a bite in limited use with this general presentation while employing a Senko or Havoc Pit Boss but “rediscovered” the Brush Hog, tied it on and parlayed it into a pair of bass around some laydowns.  My game (and sometimes my downfall) is power fishing but setting the hook on those taps brought back an appreciation for the variety of approaches it takes to fool my quarry over the course of a day, a year and a lifetime of chasing the largemouth bass.

Been waiting to write a report filled with a combination of quantity and quality so, of course, that means a little longwinded on the recap.  But what else do you have to do, you’re probably supposed to be working anyway.  No need to thank me for the substantial distraction, just keep reading.  And tell your fishing buddies.  One more report to go this week in order to finally get caught up for July, been very fortunate in terms of time on the water.  Talk to you later.  Troy

Lost Grove Lake Report 7/19

On the heels of the previously reported washout last week I headed back across the river the following evening to try it again. Thanks to my folks for keeping our boys an extra day to alleviate a scheduling conflict and thus opening up another chance for me to hit the water, making it an unexpected three days in a row and four out of five overall. Been a lucky guy in July.

Stats
Date: July 19, 2017
Location: Lost Grove Lake, IA
Time: 6:30pm-8:30pm
Weather: Sunny/breezy
Air Temp: 89F-83F
Water Temp: no reading
Totals: 2 bass
Lures:
5” Yamasenko wacky rig (pumpkin with black flake) – 1 bass
Strike King KVD Rattling Squarebill 2.5 Crankbait (pumpkinseed) – 1 bass
Top Bass: 1-11 Senko (only fish at 12” or better)

Notes & Nonsense

Compliment? – I reached the launch about the same time as a group of folks who were doing some distance swimming on the lake. One of the fellows even helped me haul my boat to the water’s edge, a welcome gesture as I was flying solo as usual. As I prepared to shove off, one of the ladies in the group took a look at the seeming overabundance of stuff in the little boat and said in wide eyed fashion, “You look serious about this.” I appreciated her take on the collection of seven poles, moderate sized tacklebag, pair of oars, anchor, boat cushion, lifejacket, tripod, couple bottles of water and a 200-pound guy with an unruly beard and a floppy hat as I suppose “ridiculous” could have been used instead of “serious.”


I think I could fit at least a couple more poles in there if needed.

Crank Bank – On the section of lake that I was fishing on this outing there is an abundance of scattered subsurface vegetation that limits presentation options. I like my lipless and traditional crankbaits but those types of treble hooked baits present a great deal of difficulty as they constantly foul in the scattered weeds that are not visible in the stained water (fortunately I dig topwater offerings which navigate the conditions much better). However, on this trip I did find a second stretch of bank that lends itself to cranking and my Strike King KVD 2.5 squarebill landed one fish and had two others hooked in a roughly fifty yard stretch during the span of fifteen minutes. There’s a fishing standard that says you should learn something new each time out and this time around I discovered an a spot that could certainly pay further dividends and will be a regular stop.


Top Bass 7:48pm 1-11 15.5″ Senko

Front Row Seat – In the middle of the crankbait stretch described above, I also managed to coax a bass out of a weed pocket on a Senko wacky rig. The fun thing about this catch was the fact that I had lifted the bait to a point where it was just visible below the stained surface when the bass hit. It is always cool to see a strike in such a close up fashion as the bass suddenly appeared out of nowhere to grab the lure. Luckily, I made sure that the fish had the bait rather than getting too trigger happy, prematurely setting the hook and pulling the Senko away from the bass before it got a good hold. Been there, done that, and probably will make that mistake again, tough to control those reflexes.

Two bass in two hours wasn’t exactly the results I was looking for but still a productive outing. One quality Lost Grove bass, lost three other fish I had hooked, several missed strikes on a buzzbait or frog and found a new spot that definitely has some future potential. Oh yeah, didn’t get caught in a storm either. Overall, a worthwhile evening across the river. Still have a birthday outing report and this Tuesday’s regular Lost Grove visit as I deal with playing catch-up on fishing reports. Cool when that happens. Talk to you later. Troy

Top 5 Update

Been pretty steamy in my neck of the woods as of late, true dog days of summer as it don’t take long before I am drenched in sweat even early in the morning.  No word from any fellow anglers but the bass have given me a decent workout during an unprecedented four outings this past week, catching solid numbers and the pair below that gave me a Top 5 boost.

Weight: 4-7 (20.5”)
Angler: Troy Jackson
Date: July 17
Location: Little John Conservation Club
Lure: Whopper Plopper #90 (I Know It)
Structure: Overhanging bushes
Angler Comments: First fish of the day and the first Whopper Plopper bass ever.  Heard good things about this bait that I received as a Father’s Day gift but just recently put into the starting lineup.  Lived up to its reputation with this fish and fooled several other decent bass on this outing as well.

Weight: 3-8 (19”)
Date: July 23
Location: Little John Conservation Club
Lure: Booyah Buzz Buzzbait (chartreuse white shad)
Structure: Chute/brush
Angler Comments: At 11:40 am, about a half hour before I called it quits on my 50th birthday fishing trip I got that one bite I was looking for.  Combination of a proven spot and the sun disappearing briefly behind the clouds got it done.
Top 5 Weight: 24-10 (6-2,5-9,5-0,4-7,3-8) culls 3-6 and 3-5

Thankful that the stars have been aligned to get out multiple times last week and icing on the cake with these two new entries (a happy birthday bass included) pushing me further into uncharted Top 5 territory.  Got that 25-pound mark within spitting distance and several months of casting left.  Hope to hear from some other anglers too, the more fish the merrier.  Talk to you later.  Troy

Thoughts at 50

Today, I get to be 50.

Since taking up writing I have made a tradition out of a birthday posting starting back in 2011 with something entitled “Thoughts at 44.” My blogging gigs dating back to 2011 before starting my own website this year were entitled “Meandering.”  Gave me some leeway I figured, should I wander…Here we go again.

I can still row a boat as good as anybody around, probably could even find my hotspots on a few of my fishing holes while rowing with my eyes closed.

Probably could tie an improved clinch knot with my eyes closed too, which isn’t much of a stretch these days as I’m starting to experience some technical difficulty hitting the eyes on lures.

Baseball still rules, been older than all the players for a while, now older than half a dozen managers.

Still digging introducing our kids to the wonders of the outdoors before they get “too big” to hang out.

Dig being the kid too, getting to fish with Dad and add some more fish stories to an already impressive list.

On July 23, 1967, Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band was early in a fifteen week run at number one on the album chart.  On July 23, 2017 the spot was held by DJ Khaled, whoever that is.  Nope, further reinforces why I rarely listen to anything on the radio from this century.

I used to view “fishing” solely in terms of “catching” but have come to realize that there’s a lot more to the experience.

An added bonus of taking kids fishing is that they typically make you feel smarter than you really are.

These days I’m glad that nobody has captured Bigfoot.  It would ruin all the fun.

The oldies station is playing stuff I used to watch when MTV played music videos.

Kinda weird but I’m starting to realize that I make involuntary noises like grunts and stuff when performing some rather rudimentary tasks while fishing.  Not positive, or perhaps not ready to admit, but suspect the body is feeling 50 on occasion.

Did you know that if you took away all of Hank Aaron’s home runs he would still have over 3,000 hits?  Simply amazing, one of my all-time favorites and still the home run king in my book.

In a world of glitz, glamour, gimmicks and internet shopping, you still can’t beat a good old baitshop.  Never know what you may find and the best ones just have that smell.

At 50 I don’t think my beard will give the boys from ZZ Top a run for their money.  My eyebrows and ears on occasion, however…

Speaking of that band, anybody know the last name of their mustachioed drummer?  Always found that kind of amusing.

If you don’t fish a Senko wacky rig, you should.

Cubs were World Series champs before I hit 50, pretty impressive, all things considered.

I’ve accepted the fact that our camping cooler contains more juice boxes than Old Mil Lights and that I will also feel much better in the morning because of it.

Why is beef jerky so expensive?  I like Sasquatch and all, but whatever they’re paying him is too much.

Transformers and TMNT inhabit my home decades after their original incarnations.  I’m thinking we also need to bring back Championship Fishing (complete with the aquarium demonstrations and theme song), Solid Gold (with the dancers) and The Midnight Special (with a digitally remastered Wolfman Jack).

 

While grocery shopping for a camping trip last week, our six year old, Zac, randomly says, “Dad, you know, you look like a ‘Papa.’”  Wait ‘til graduation, little buddy, you ain’t seen nothing yet.

Saw some swimbaits recently ranging from about $40 up to $120 per bait.  Takes me back to the advent of those fancy (and expensive) basketball shoes that weren’t going to help me dunk.  Nope, I’ll be sticking with the Chuck Taylors of fishing lures.

I imagine I was more excited landing my 2017 Top Bass of 6-2 at 49 than I would have been at 17 and that’s cool. Of course, I say “imagine” because I never could fool one that size back when I was a novice.

Considered going for 50 thoughts but think we’ve all had enough.

Had an early celebration yesterday with my family, my folks, my brother, sister-in-law, sister, two nieces and two nephews, good stuff and thanks to all for hanging out and making it a special day.  Also got a new toy to help make outdoor outings a little more hip and entertaining, maybe…Gonna try it out as I celebrate with some bass this morning before most all of those folks are even out of bed.  Talk to you later.  Troy

Lost Grove Lake Report 7/18

My weekly Tuesday evening fishing trip took me across the river again for the first time in several weeks. Conditions were looking ideal for the buzzbait feast I’d been looking for but Mother Nature intervened just as me and the bass were getting dialed in.

Stats
Date: July 18, 2017
Location: Lost Grove Lake, IA
Time: 6:00pm-7:00pm
Weather: Sunny to stormy/breezy to very windy
Air Temp: 91F-74F (not a typo folks, that’s for real)
Water Temp: no reading
Totals: 3 bass
Lures:
Booyah Buzz Buzzbait (white chartreuse shad) – 2 bass
Strike King KVD Rattling Squarebill 1.5 Crankbait (pumpkinseed) – 1 bass
Top Bass: 1-11 Buzzbait (only fish at 12” or better)


6:19pm First bass, found a stretch where I could actually fish a crankbait without constant fouling in the vegetation, gotta like that.


And here’s the crankbait, my favorite squarebill model and color.

Notes & Nonsense

Forecast – I launched to sunny skies and a bit of a ripple on the surface with a storm forecast for between 7:30 and 8:00pm. Looked about right as some darker skies were looming to the south and west but the whole system just seemed stalled and had me looking at possibly being able to fish until sunset as originally planned. Didn’t quite work out that way, tell you about that shortly.

Frontal Bite – Intermittent clouds passing between me and the sun had me pretty fired up for a buzzbait bite with a larger cloud bank slowly headed my way. It was exactly what I’d been looking for to get the buzz on and with a pair of bass just past 6:30pm on the buzzer it looked like it was gonna be my day. The front was still stalled and I had two of my best topwater sections laid out before me ready for the home stretch. Did I mention it didn’t quite work out that way?

Change in the Weather – About 7:00pm, the stalled storm got unstalled in a real hurry just as I neared my much anticipated topwater spots.  In a matter of seconds the dark clouds hustled in overhead, the lake surface was churning with whitecaps and the temp plummeted (91F to 74F).  I was now in a hurry to get off the water and fortunately the gale force wind was pushing me in the general direction of the ramp, all I had to do was steer.  Had the wind been in the opposite direction I truly don’t think I could have made any headway rowing and the waves would have definitely been spraying over the front of my little johnboat.  Game over, and a little scary…then the rain started in.


6:43pm Top Bass 15.5″ 1-11 Buzzbait This one really exploded on the bait and I sure thought I had a new lake record from the strike but fell several ounces shy of the 2-4 needed though still a good fish.  Looks like a nice day behind me, huh?  Well, at that point it was, a mere twenty minutes later, not so much.  No pics of the storm as I was real content to stay in the truck.

Aftermath – Luckily there was no lightning to push my concern beyond simply getting wet. I did wind up a bit soaked by the time I had everything back in the truck but that could have been worse as well. I sat in the lot for several minutes as a heavy, sideways rain drenched the area. I was happy to be back in the truck as the storm raged away but also pretty bummed out that the conditions I’d been looking for during the last several outings lasted about twenty five minutes before the rainout sent me packing.  On a positive note, the gravel roads sure weren’t dusty on the way home.

The Catch – So headed home an hour and a half early I decided to stop by the grocery store for a 12-pack of Miller Lite, a replacement buzz of sorts. Julie and the girls had been out for dinner with a friend, Deb, and the storm chased them home early too as our daughter, Carly, is not a fan of the inclement weather. Deb asked how many I’d caught and seemed impressed when I replied, “Twelve.” Of course, I was referring to my grocery store purchase, not the bass.

Still have one more fishing report to catch up on as I went back after them the following evening. But first, got one more outdoorsman celebrating a birthday tomorrow, hope you’ll stop back by for a posting that I guess you would say has been a long time in the making. Talk to you later. Troy

Strip Mine Report 7/17

Took last Monday off work along with the previous Friday for an extended weekend of family camping, some swimming, visiting with more family around the campfire and, yes, some fishing.  On the heels of a Saturday outing with my brother, Brent, here’s the Monday report when flying solo.

Stats

Date: July 17, 2017
Locations: Little John Conservation Club (2 lakes)
Time: 5:25am-10:45pm (5.00 hours fishing)
Weather: Sunny/calm to breezy
Air Temp: 64-82F
Water Temp: no reading
Totals: 12 bass
Lures:
Senko wacky rig (pumpkin with black flake) – 6 bass
Whopper Plopper 90 (I Know It) – 6 bass
Top Bass: 4-7 Whopper Plopper
Top 5 Weight: 9-4 (4-7,1-7,1-3,1-2,1-1)

5:35am Top Bass 20.5″ 4-7 Whopper Plopper                                                                            5:51am 14″ 1-1 Whopper Plopper

Notes & Nonsense

Firsts – Ten minutes in I had my first catch of the day which was also my first Whopper Plopper catch ever.  And like the first name of the lure, it definitely qualified as a “Whopper” in my book. Pretty cool when you’ve got a 4-7 in the log at 5:35am.  While that first bass would also wind up being the Top Bass, I can’t say I was particularly disappointed with the rest of the morning as five more fell to the Whopper Plopper along with several more strikes from bass that had some poor aim.  Looks like this lure could be a winner, actually catching fish instead of fishermen.

What About Me – Despite the smashing success of the new topwater weapon in my arsenal, I still had the good, old Senko rigged up.  Although it does not weed out the small fish to the extent of my trusty buzzbait or the early Whopper Plopper catches, the Senko wacky rig flat out catches bass on the waters I was fishing.  You’d be a fool not to have one rigged up.  No doubt I’ve got some bad habits but I ain’t no dummy when it comes to getting wacky with it.  Dead even score between the only two baits that caught bass on this day.

7:07am 14″ 1-3 Whopper Plopper                                                                                          8:27am 15″ 1-7 Senko

2017 Top 5 – The 4-7 Whopper Plopper fish knocked a 3-5 out of my Top 5 limit boosting my weight by over a pound which ain’t easy for me to do at this point.  You see, I was already in uncharted waters at 23-6, my top weight in the four years of this project, as I launched the boat on this outing.  With the latest cull I now sit at 24-8 and find myself wavering between satisfied and greedy.  But I figure it’s kind of like one of those days back in the 70’s and 80’s; 3 for 3 and walking out of the on deck circle, time to just let ‘er rip as you never know when you’ll enter “the zone” again.

9:11am 13.5″ 1-2 Senko                                                                                           10:45am Last Cast Bass

Last Bass – Now the picture above may not hold a candle to the glossy magazines, YouTube videos or websites that actually earn some bucks but I’d have to say it ranks as my second favorite bass of the day.  The regular responsibilities of husband and father don’t take a break even on a “vacation day” and I’m good with a timeframe when I need to get back home.  On this day, that meant a decision to fish until 10:45am and then load up and head home.  Within casting distance of the ramp I was fortunate to get another “last cast bass” right at 10:45am.  Always dig it when that happens and totally satisfied with hooking my lure back to an eye on the pole, calling it “well done” and rowing back to the ramp.  Doesn’t get much better than a successful final cast.

Very fortunate to have some recent circumstances that have allowed me to hit the water much more than I would have anticipated this summer (thanks Julie, Mom and Dad).  Two more trips in the books in the meantime, just can’t catch up with the blogging portion of the program.  Try to work them in when I can although Sunday is out as I’ve already got some blogging plans lined up.  Hope you’ll stop back by for a milestone of sorts and check out the Facebook page if you need a friend.  Talk to you later.  Troy

Happy Birthday, Zac

Today our youngest hits 6 years old so a big “Happy Birthday” to Zac.  All boy, with a penchant for dirt, sand, water, fish slime, mud, ashes, basically anything that will eventually necessitate a bath or change of clothes.  Although, rather frequently he still doesn’t wear clothes…

Anyhow, the boy digs the outdoors and typically provides plenty of entertainment for the rest of us with more than a few head shaking moments mixed in.  Particularly “entertaining” was last weekend’s camping trip bathroom break as I told him to just go behind the tent.  I later discovered that he apparently found it “entertaining” to actually water the tent instead of the trees.  The shirt in one of the pics above mentions good, old “Mr. Potato Head.”  More apt would be an arrow pointing up to little “Mr. Knucklehead.”

I’ll finish with a snippet from the original posting entitled “An 8-12 Keeper” that I submitted as a blogger on the Prairie State Outdoors website announcing our new arrival.

“Zac has already got his first fishing pole courtesy of Papa.  In fact, he got a fishing pole before he ever got a name as we drug our feet on the latter task for about sixteen hours.  Going in, we didn’t know boy or girl and I never liked naming a kid until you’ve actually seen ‘em.  It just took a while to figure out what name he looked like.”

 

Love you, Z, and talk to you later.  Dad