02-23-2016, 02:37 AM
Maddie did a perfect job bringing the boat to the dock. Not even a bump; when she was about 4" away I reached out and steadied the rig while she tied off.
There had been some launch traffic earlier...maybe 4 or 5 rigs but when we launched it was just us 2.
Bite was tough for both of us. I picked a a undersized smallie about an hour into our day on a dropshot (Jackall crosstail) around 15 ft.off a brush pile and another keeper right at dusk off a main lake point with a mud line in about 15 ft. I fished from maybe 8 ft down to 30 ft on different types of terrain. No real pattern I could figure out.
Near where I got the first bass I found some reeds in a cut in 8 ft and got bit pitching back in there. I thought I was onto something but it never materialized though I found another patch of deep reeds.
I did not see any sunning fish but I stayed nearer to Site Six and at the end of the day a trip downstream to Copper Canyon. There was a lot of algae. I missed three other bites ..For me, every bite was on some form of deadsticking
I missed the burning boat but saw the black smoke plume. My moments of excitement involved staying away from a water flea who wasn't paying attention and a cabin cruiser whose driver couldn't figure out if he should pass to port or starboard. I was happy to have a 225 hp engine to get away with. I had 3 speedboats come into Copper Cove on plane while I was fishing the main and secondary points. With the water low there are a number of barely submerged reefs: I figured more money than brains. Even the mud line they created didn't stir anything up.
Got small dose of "docktalk"...I talked to few local fishermen; they were also struggling; though one said his son was in the tournament and doing well. Couldn't understand why dad wasn't catching.
Another group couldn't understand why they weren't cleaning up on root-beer gitzits. Killed em last week...I had a gitzit on one rod and no bites on that. I found the local fishermen to be quite friendly.
I'm again reminded to not try fishing Havasu on a weekend. Just don't.
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There had been some launch traffic earlier...maybe 4 or 5 rigs but when we launched it was just us 2.
Bite was tough for both of us. I picked a a undersized smallie about an hour into our day on a dropshot (Jackall crosstail) around 15 ft.off a brush pile and another keeper right at dusk off a main lake point with a mud line in about 15 ft. I fished from maybe 8 ft down to 30 ft on different types of terrain. No real pattern I could figure out.
Near where I got the first bass I found some reeds in a cut in 8 ft and got bit pitching back in there. I thought I was onto something but it never materialized though I found another patch of deep reeds.
I did not see any sunning fish but I stayed nearer to Site Six and at the end of the day a trip downstream to Copper Canyon. There was a lot of algae. I missed three other bites ..For me, every bite was on some form of deadsticking
I missed the burning boat but saw the black smoke plume. My moments of excitement involved staying away from a water flea who wasn't paying attention and a cabin cruiser whose driver couldn't figure out if he should pass to port or starboard. I was happy to have a 225 hp engine to get away with. I had 3 speedboats come into Copper Cove on plane while I was fishing the main and secondary points. With the water low there are a number of barely submerged reefs: I figured more money than brains. Even the mud line they created didn't stir anything up.
Got small dose of "docktalk"...I talked to few local fishermen; they were also struggling; though one said his son was in the tournament and doing well. Couldn't understand why dad wasn't catching.
Another group couldn't understand why they weren't cleaning up on root-beer gitzits. Killed em last week...I had a gitzit on one rod and no bites on that. I found the local fishermen to be quite friendly.
I'm again reminded to not try fishing Havasu on a weekend. Just don't.
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