Tuesday, April 6 (from Ken)...Sure glad I didn't leave the house this morning with any expectations of having a stellar day on the water, 'cause I certainly would have been disappointed if that had been the case. I did figure to have at least one bass to my credit by day's end, but even that apparently was a bit more than the fishin' gods deemed appropriate. As it worked out, I spent about four hours this morning wasting my time with an assortment of crankbaits, jerkbaits, chatterbaits, and topwaters--none of which resulted in a single strike. Hit about four different spots, too. Ultimately decided to return to my roots--West Neck Creek--and try my luck there. The only lure I threw then, however, was a worm. And I have to admit it at least was nice to "feel" a fish finally, but three feels is all I got. I managed a solid hookset on the first fish, but quick seconds later, I felt that same fish sawing my 40-lb. braid on the log from which he had come, and in the blink of an eye, I felt the line go limp, followed by the fish showing himself as he departed the area. In the second and third instances, I jerked on what seemed to be solid hits, but neither time did I drive the hook through the plastic into their mouths. I can't help getting the sense that I'd better plan on throwing a worm about 85 or 90 percent of the time at this Sunday's tournament and hope that my hooksets prove to be far more adequate than they were today. The water color, in my opinion, still leaves a lot to be desired, but maybe it will be better by Sunday.
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