Stayed up at Lake Georgetown Friday evening until Monday. The weather was actually quite pleasant compared to... I don't know... The inside of a volcano, maybe. Except for taking the wife and dogs for a spin around the lake, I spent a total of about five hours on the water, fishing. The majority of the time was spent sitting in the A/C in our camper with the wife and dogs, watching TV. I keep forgetting that August is not a great time for camping in Texas.
Lake Georgetown is a gorgeous impoundment, very scenic, with rocky bluffs overlooking the deep, clear to slightly stained water. The lake is like a bowl, with steep sides that fall off into deep water quickly. There were spots I could flip onto the shore from 50 feet of water. The dam is cool looking and towers far above the lake like a huge rock wall.
I mainly gravitated to coves where there was standing and submerged timber and tried C-Rigs, T-Rigs, weightless soft plastics, squarebills, medium divers, deep divers, chatterbait, spinnerbait, drop shot, shaky head, no luck except for one dink that hit a T-Rigged Zero, and I foul hooked another dink when a school of small bass chased my deep crankbait back to the boat. I tried some deep fishing, following a creek out to the main lake, fishing a drop shot and C-Rig. No luck with that.
The last day we were there, I promised my wife I would hang around and have coffee early in the morning while it was still bearable to be outside, so the boat stayed on the trailer. I sat looking out at the water from our campsite which was on a bluff that stood about 40 feet over the water, giving me a pretty good wide-angle view of the lake. Every minute or so, out toward the center of the lake in open water, I would see big schools of baitfish frantically breaching the water, and boiling action that lasted just a few seconds. Then it would happen again in a different area, and sometimes in more than one spot at a time. That had to be schooling bass chasing shad over deep water, I'm thinking. This activity petered out quickly after the sun started heating things up.
If I had witnessed this previously, I would have spent more time in open water at daybreak looking for signs of baitfish on the screen, maybe throwing shad colored crankbaits or an underspin/fluke, or a white spinnerbait. What would you have tried?
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