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Date: August 3, 2018 Body of Water: Reeds Lake Boat: Numenon With: Alone Target: Largemouth Bass Time: 7:45 AM - 1:45 PM Conditions: Foggy and calm, but clearing; up to 85 degrees or so. Water was soupy green with <3 feet of visability and 78 degrees F. Quiet until Noon or so. With an open weekday, but kind of worn out from work and travels, I returned to East Grand Rapids' Reeds Lake. I expected bass to be susceptible to deep cranks. I was (a little bit) correct! It took me a couple of casts to get properly oriented to the western point of the main submerged hump, but my third cast of the day with a purple/yellow DT10 crank was eaten by a nice fishing about 16 feet of water! It wasn't the bass I was targeting, but rather a nice, 30-inch pike. This was an auspicious start to the day! I continued cranking various weed edges (mostly offshore) for the next 90 minutes without success. I'd mixed in a few casts with a Whopper Plopper top-water (this had produced a small bass) and a Texas-rigged Senko (I really missed the rod I'd broken in Traverse City), but I was really committed to cranking. This was the secret to any success I might have this day; it was also, most likely, my Achilles heel for the session. When I switched to a bluegill-colored DT10 and tweaked my location to the end of a shore-connected point, I quickly scored a couple of nice bass (16.5 and 15 inches, respectively.) Both came from the deep weed edge in 12 or 13 feet of water. When this bite petered out, I edged just a bit deeper and switched to a DT16 crank. Despite all the marks on my graph, this produced nothing but an ambitious crappie. By this time, the fog had given way and the lake was awakening. In the heat, I decided to try my favorite stretch of docks. My first cast with the Senko yielded a 14-incher, but that was it for this stretch. I liked the quality of the crank-bait fish better, and I suspected I could grind out my limit. I did get another 16.5-incher with the same DT10 along the same weed-line; and I swung and missed once, too. The pace of bites was too slow, and I know I should have picked up a swim-jig or plastic worm; I simply chose not to. This was for fun, and the fun I was looking for was swinging on the slightest hesitation in the crank's cadence. What do I have to say about this? Four legal bass for less than 9 pounds does not make for much of a story; but simply fishing and enjoying oneself* is a legitimate way to spend the day. Plus, I was saving some energy for the next day; conditions looked good for another trip to the Canadian side of Lake St. Clair! *I cannot express how much I enjoy crank-bait fishing with my newish Shimano Curado/Lew's White Ghost combo! Pondering the questions of core essence and finding meaning in unexpected ways
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