I headed out the door dark and early monday to see if I could find some happy fish getting shallow. The wind was up, and the forcast was shit, but what the hell. I was already up, so what else was I gonna do right?? After a quick stop for coffee I pulled up to the put in and got my gear ready to roll.
The wind was already worse than it was supposed to be. And it was only gonna get worse. As I paddled out I couldn't help but notice the beauty around me, and any regrets I had about getting up early and putting myself in a position to get blown around for no reason quickly melted away...
The wind can whip the mud up off the bottom making it impossible to see fish cruising through water with the clarity of chocolate milk.. Luckily when the fish are happy they don't hide too well..
The wind was making it hard for me to position the boat and make a cast that was capable of being seen. Finally after alot of sweat grunting a cussing, I managed to work into an area and connect with some fish.... two to be exact, but nice big fatties.. I only got a picture of one...
After I released the second fish, the water rose, as did the wind, and I had to make my moves towards the truck....
So tonight I sat down at the vice and whipped up a few more mud minnows and a little after daybreak I'll hopefully find myself once again sitting on the flat watching reds crawl through the mud.....
Haha. I *just* published a blog article basically slamming people who get up early and do stuff, then I find this article. It's not like I follow hundreds of blogs (I follow 4), and it's not like you're writing every day - so do I know how to put my foot in my mouth or what?
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