We didn't get on the water till approx. 9am and the wind was howling. Whitecaps rolling in from the SSE. I wanted to run up North to start the day off, but got side tracked while passing a main lake point that has a roll of huge laydowns in 18 fow. My thoughts were that there should be some fish staged up to move shallower into the creek.
My side scan lit up, so I tossed a marker bouy out and circled around. Ronnie asked what color he should use and before I could answer he said he found 1 he wanted to use. He found a Grape/Banana Mr. Fry that was left on the side of my boat from the last excursion.
Before I could get a jig in the water, I heard splashing and pivoted my seat around just in time to see a Slab flying thru the air and land in the floor of my boat



After taking a quick picture, I dropped my E Tex Killer jig and just like his, I got THUMPED before the jig settled all the way down
We both were having "We're gonna SLAY them thoughts" that after 15 or so minutes of fishing the same area subsided, no more takers

The wind was blowing so hard, I told Ronnie, let's go to the spot that I had intended to start off, the same area that David & I had the best results from the 2 days before. I told him that if the wind didn't lay, it would be a rough ride back.
I had to make a hard right turn in wind driven white capping waves to run thru a pass that goes through a forest. I looked back and saw that Mr. Roberts had taken a quick shower when my boat had cut thru the waves But it didn't phase Mr. Roberts a bit. He had his ever present smile on his face and motioned me to keep going while whistling a tune that indicated to me, he was enjoying himself even though he had gotten a little wet.

When we got to the spot, I saw that there wasn't as many fish as there was two days before, but enough that the trip should have been worth it.
NADA, couldn't convince a fish to bite the baits that had been working, so I started going thru my box, laying colors that had worked in the past out to use. After getting hung up several times, not getting a bite and dropping several different colors, we eased over to a tree that I had caught a good fish off of before.
After a couple of minutes, Ronnie told me that he need to answer the call of nature, so I reached for & took his rod. I had been looking at my lures and pondering about what to use and where to go and didn't have a rod in my hands till then. I had to interrupt him long enough to net a solid fish for me

We ran back up to a spot that was better protected from the wind and caught a couple of fish there, then just as if you'd flipped a switch, it was over.

The wind had subsided quite a bit, so we graphed a bp on a point that was occupied the other day. Found that there was some fish there. Circled around and caught a few fish there. After catching some crappie, Ronnie set the hook and instantly his drag was singing. I could tell the fish was in the brush, then it got hung up. He'd pull some line, then the fish would gain it back. It had gone under a limb, came back up and surfaced so close to the boat we couldn't quite make out what it was, but we both thought it was a large catfish. It finally went back down and Ronnie was able to pull it back under the branch and the fight was back on
After horsing the fish around he pulled it into net range

Ronnie's PB Bass 7.63


Ronnie lost the bait he was catching fish on and found a Lil' Fry of the same color in the back of the boat on the deck. The bag of them was lost at sea, must have blown out

It's frustrating to find fish, give them what others have bitten without hesitation and taken the jig deep in the mouth and have them just up and quit on you. It was a 1,2 and sometimes 3 fish per spot day and you might as well go somewhere else
Even if the graph is telling you there's more there
We didn't catch but a few short fish and the fish we did catch were thick
Zero'd at the Slob Tree
We went back to the spot we had started the day and caught 2-3 more. Ran to 515 bridge and both caught good sized sand bass

We still had a great time laughing, talking trash to the fish, etc.

Ronnie "Hurt'em Roberts"


Nice mess of fish for Ronnie to clean


I've heard the fish are biting better on the east arm and hope whatever, post frontal conditions, lake turn over, changes soon on this side. I still have A LOT of water still to look at before I will think about trailering over there.

GOOD GOLLY miss MOLLY
big ole fork barn door crappie fish and a whale bass to boot
K A B OOOOOOO M
good job yawl ....

That was a good read, enjoyed it, not to mention those huge crappie.

WTG tbox and Ronnie!

WTG! Todd/Ronnie you guy's sure put a hurtin on them toads

Awesome fish. Good job!

BAMM thoes are some good Fork fish hands down!!!

I was there on Saturday for the CAT fishing event had a great time and good fishfry with everyone. I hope you guys washed up good after touching the green looking thing

Yea those r some slabs there ...good job guys

Wow huge slabs! Way to go!

Man...what pigs.

wtg great fish write up & pics

welcome to the forum!

First and foremost,I'd like to thank Mr Box for allowing me the chance to fill the back seat on his boat.Mr Box has pretty much summed it up.i did tell him crappie are smart,they know when nature calls,when you're taking a drink,or taking a bite out of a sandwich or just plain 'ol snacking,and i called that one,"I told him,watch me get a bite while you're holding that there bonehaead rod,sure enough he did.Now that bass,that was a seriuos yo-yo session going on for a while.Credit goes to "the Bearded One".he gave me a Tica rod and thats what brought that one in.as always,we laughed and as mr box stated,talked much smack to the crappie.additional credit goes to Mrs Box for making such a great bait.other than the bass,i caught mines on the grape/banana.might want to give it a try.i'm ordering me some and that east tx killer as well.got another lake i hope to try those on real soon.

Nice fish!!!

Looks like you had a good day, in spite of the wind. Crappie are smart and you can always expect a bite when answering the call of nature.