Wednesday, March 10 (from Ken)...I left the house all bushy-tailed this morning but returned with my tail tucked 'tween my legs this afternoon. Of course, I fully expected this is how things would go. To my delight, the little nit-noid problems that usually crop up the first few times out each year were at a minimum today. Unfortunately, though, so were the fish. Until 1 o'clock, I wasn't certain there were any live fish even swimming anywhere near me. But about that time, I finally felt an ever so slight tick on a jerkbait, but that was the extent of action for another half-hour or so, when I finally had a distinct hit on a square-billed crankbait. I set the hook and immediately felt some decent resistance. Got him alongside the boat, though, only to have an inopportune brain-fart. Instead of keeping the fish coming in the direction he already was going, I reversed course...and watched the pound-and-a-half-or-so bass promptly spit both hooks of my crankbait. As a result, I now stand with two goose-eggs on the scoreboard thus far this season. Can only hope I do at least a little better during our first tournament of the new season this Sunday. It's always nice when you can contribute to the cause, rather than spend the day watching your partner have to boat all the fish. On a final note, I'm certainly happy I had 'em give me my second covid shot yesterday in my left arm, or I feel pretty certain I never would have lasted as long as I did today. All total, I was on the water about six hours. Water temp when I quit registered 58.
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