Nippy Morning Sends Angler Back to Bed

That was my take-away from the report on yesterday's fishing I received from my friend, Jim Bauer, who is spending some time on Lake Gaston. He said when he stepped outside early yesterday morning, the thermometer at one site read 38, and another one read 45.

"Went back to bed, got up mid-morning, and hit the water around 12:30," he subsequently explained.

While fishing his way toward the mouth of Pea Hill Creek, he picked up a total of 14 bass and one bream--all on the FF (French fry). His best five included two at 1-0, one at 1-4 (below left), one at 1-6 (above right), and one at 1-12 (bottom right). The others qualified as dinks--"a couple were real li'l fellers," he said.

The water yesterday appeared to be clearing up a bit as Jim neared the mouth of the creek, but he feels pretty certain the conditions will return to muddy after the rain and thunderstorms predicted for today and tomorrow have passed. The water temperature at time of launch yesterday was 72, compared to 74 when Jim called it a day about 6:15.

Unless the weather forecast for today and/or tomorrow changes, I doubt that I'll be getting any further reports on Lake Gaston fishing until Thursday.

As a side note to this latest report, Jim let me know that the "Gestapo Mama" (my choice for a nickname) he and I ran into on Lake Gaston a few years back has her place up for sale now. Think I may have told y'all about this incident in a previous post, but in case I didn't, here goes.

The day in question was really warm, and the two of us had pulled up to a boat dock in Jim's Skeeter for lunch and to get out of the bright sun for a while. We hadn't much more than started eating our sandwiches 'til we saw this woman heading toward us at breakneck speed on a big black and yellow jet ski.

Upon pulling alongside, she immediately launched into a tirade about all the thefts homeowners on Gaston had been dealing with, so we explained all we were doing was having lunch and trying to find a little shade. She didn't want to hear that, though, and proceeded to get really rude. When we'd had our fill, we returned a few salvos in kind.

The bottom line: We stayed put, finished our lunch, then left...without ever leaving the boat or bothering a board on that boat dock.

My comment to Jim about this woman's place being for sale was that Gaston will be a much better place for not having her around anymore.