Wayne, Skip and yours truly executed our plan to launch our boats this morning and try to find a few fish. However, we never could have imagined all the off-colored water we found, which may or may not have had anything to do with the fact the fishing left a lot to be desired.
After looking in several different spots but finding no decent-colored water, we all ended up fishing West Neck, because the water there was the best of all. Skip reported only one bite today. Meanwhile, Wayne found two or three white perch on a spinnerbait. And I went from 7 a.m. to 1:20 p.m. before I finally managed to put a fish in the boat. He checked in at 3 lbs. 14 ozs. I was using a spinnerbait at the time. Also missed one fish this morning on a popper.
The day's fishing didn't yield any kind of strategy for this Saturday's tournament, but Wayne and I talked about a game plan that we likely will utilize to start the day. At the moment, there's no Plan B, so we probably will just wing it if our plan goes up in smoke. Incidentally, Wayne asked me to notify all potential tournament anglers Saturday that, while the start time originally posted was 0645, if everyone is checked in and the conditions are all OK, we very well may shove off about 0630 instead. So plan accordingly.
And as if to prove that misery loves company, I received the following note from DMac this evening, reporting that his trip today was %$%#&^%$@*^%...in short, not just bad but very bad. He was in one of not more than two boats that had Back Bay all to themselves.
As explained by DMac, low water, muddy water, busted trolling motor mount, yada yada yada combined to make it a miserable day. The fact he also hooked but lost two 3-pounders in 12 inches of water didn't help the situation, either.
WAH! WAH! WAH!
The good news is that the water will come back, it'll be clean, and we fishermen will prevail. Can I get an OOH-RAH?
Well put, my friend.
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