And yet still a little THUNDER!
Belinda & I got on the water around noon or so....saw Seth headed in for lunch as we headed out
Stopped at a BP in 24 fow, dropped a Mr. Fry in Purple Passion right to the bottom in the middle of the BP, picked it up a crank off the bottom,
swung my seat around to give Belinda the details on what was below us and almost had my rod ripped from my hands
With the explosive hard bite and drag slippage when I gathered my senses, (what little I have left),set the hook, I was sure I had a large catfish, sandie or ditch pickle,
but when I saw color & realized the jig was buried, I sent a very nice slab flying thru the air in an arch to the bottom of the boat
We caught some good keeper fish there and a couple of small bass, then Belinda set the hook and I heard her drag strain a bit
We did a lot of searching, dinks here, keepers there, nada elsewhere. Found a couple of new spots holding quality fish.
It was just an AWESOME
Water temp averaged 72.4, we caught fish in 20-40 fow
Could hear a loon calling in the distance most of the time
If it looked like it needed to be measured, it got to swim away to fight another day
We ended up with 30 in the box
All fish were caught on the new Purple Passion on pink jig heads, I was dropping a Mr. Fry & Belinda a Tadpole