That pretty much describes the kind of day I had today down in Albright's Creek. I went back to the stretch of water where Rob and I had our success last Thursday. I primarily wanted to see if I could expand on the groundwork we had laid then.
The 2-2 bass really grabbed my attention. He smacked the bait so hard he nearly jerked the rod out of my hand, thanks to the arthritis I've been battling in both my hands and arms since I fished all winter. Fortunately, I was able to get a better grip on the handle and brought the fish to the net.
All six bass that hit the Buzzjet Jr. today did so with authority. Given the fact I've been anxiously waiting for some decent topwater action, today was especially enjoyable.
When 9 o'clock rolled around, though, it was as though someone shut off the light switch. They wouldn't have a thing to do with topwater baits--period. I went nearly two hours with only a couple half-hearted strikes on crankbaits but no hookups. Finally, my seventh and final bass snatched a slowly retrieved Bandit Footloose. By day's end at 2 o'clock, I only had been able to add three small white perch to my final tally.
I'm not complaining, however, because that topwater bite this morning made all the day's fishless hours more than bearable.
My day got off on the right foot this morning when I was able to meet one of my regular blog readers. Charles Murdoch happened to be at the West Neck launch ramp same time as me, and we had a very pleasant chat. I truly appreciate all your kind words, Charles, and will do my best to not ever disappoint you with any of my postings.
I appreciate all my blog readers and urge you to stop and talk a spell anytime you see me.
Ken, I stayed in West Neck and left around 11 and only a couple of strikes, one on a buzzbait and another on a swim jig . I almost with to Albright, but I had a feeling that's where you were headed. I didn't want to crowd you. I enjoyed our little chat. Keep up the good work.
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