Good morning and welcome to the Saturday Fishing Report.
It was a busy week. I was mistaken about the fall fishing starting. Either that or it ended without my noticing. The temperatures took a turn for the warmer and the fish are confused, just like last year. Still, I had to keep trying.
I went out five times this past week, and didn't really have anything to show for it. Little bluegills not worth bringing home. I did, however, spend some time getting used to fishing with lures. Big lures, little lures, deep divers, topwaters, whopper ploppers (or whatever they're called). The works.
You see, I'd picked up some new lures at Walmart. Two to a pack for $3. I got a hit on this one that was silver and gold with a black stripe. Long and skinny like a pike minnow. Good thing I had two, though, because I lost that one pretty quick when it dove and got hung up on the rocks. I also got a hit on a fat black and white thing with a pink throat and a longer bill. (Hubs lost that one a day later.) One of the whopper ploppers attracted the attention of a big bass who blew up from underneath it, but I didn't seal the deal. I didn't know whether to stop reeling or keep reeling. I stopped. Hubs said stopping was the right idea, but then I should've jiggled it to let the bass think it was still alive. Live and learn.
Then I was at Walmart again. Still had lures on sale, so I bought some to replace the lost ones and a bunch more because buying lures is a sickness. They're so sparkly. I only spent $20 for 11 lures, though, so it's all good.
Anyway, it's all good because I was out at the lake and the area is beautiful, and I'm learning. Sooner or later, I will catch a fish on a lure. Guaranteed. Or I won't and I'll be okay with that, too. ;o)
See y'all next week, hopefully with some stories of the fat hogs I brought home.