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Date: May 4, 2019 Body of Water: LSC Boat: Numenon With: Alone Target: Smallmouth Bass Time: 9:45 AM - 3:15 PM (fishing time) Conditions: Mostly cloudy with generally northerly winds less than 10 mph. These swung around to SE later in the day. Air temps 45 to 60 degrees F. Water was mixed, ranging from stained to muddy. Temperatures varied from 49 to almost 53 degrees. Best fishing was in green, stained water with 2 to 4 feet of visibility. Water clarity was clearly patchy; you could see it, and the patches became more obvious as the day's lighting conditions improved. When my chosen starting point, off Memorial Park in about 12 feet of water, was dirtier than I like, I chose to start with a red craw rattle-bait instead of a crank. Just a few casts in, I scored a smallie just over three pounds from about 11 fow; the day was off to a good start! This was my first LSC smallie on a rattle-bait; I now expected a bunch of bites! I received no further action in the next half hour, and the water really was dirtier than I prefer. I made a short move, North, to some cleaner, yet still stained water with 3-4 feet of visibility. I continued casting with the rattle-bait, but now dragged a green pumpkin tube from a holder, too, as the wind picked up. The tube garnered two bites quickly; a giant drum and a beautiful, fat, 3-pound, 5-ounce brown bass. Both fish were from 10.5-11 fow; I was developing something of a pattern. I repeated this drift a couple of times. I continued dragging the tube, but I alternated between blades, cranks and jerks from the bow. The perch-colored BPS blade-bait scored two more bass at 3-1 and 3-12. This last fish was the shallowest of the day at 10 fow. It took another hour to get my next bite. (I thought about leaving the area to look for my limit fish, bigger fish, or better fish; but when does one leave 3-4 pound smallies?) Bass No. 5 ate the perch blade in about 10.5 fow (I now had a collection of tightening waypoints), and tipped my scale at 4-4. My "limit" weighed 17-8, and it was only Noon. This is when you leave 3- to 4-pound bass; you've already had a good day, you have half a day ahead of you, and you were on even better fish the prior weekend. I motored down to Gaukler Point and joined the throngs. I saw a few fish get caught down here, but not many, given the pressure. I relied mostly on cranks and jerks, hoping the bass would reveal themselves and become vulnerable to these power techniques. It didn't happen here, and it didn't happen along the seawall at Jefferson Marina, either. (It was probably too muddy here.) I hit a few spots on my way north, but for no good. I couldn't get anything going. But that was okay, I planned on returning the next day with A, and I now had a solid starting point for our next LSC adventure! What do I have to say about this? This was a solid day, and while I couldn't build on my fast start, I was satisfied in that I persisted, and still had time to explore, experiment and learn. And, I'd not beaten myself up so much that it would be painful to come back so soon. Pondering the questions of core essence and finding meaning in unexpected ways
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