I've been out three times this week and each time Mother Nature and the weather forecast have really tested my good natured approach to fishing. So it was no surprise when I awoke before sun up to fid a clear, star studded sky rather than the cloudy one forecast. It was also no surprise when my preconceived patterns (always a big mistake, but I do it anyway) only produced a few dinks by noon.

Over a cup of cold coffee the sledge hammer finally cracked my hard head and I tied on a half ounce jig and RageTail Craw and started flipping and pitching to whatever cover I could find in the shoreline shade. There wasn't much of either, but I boated six beautiful largemouth in the next 90min.

I think God is trying to tell me something.........hope he has a really big sledgehammer, 'cause I'm clueless.

Haha had a similar experience on the little Tennessee fishing for Brown bass, another fisherman told me the spook was the way to go. Even though it's not my strength I tried anyways and got nothing till it got blazing hot so I went to the yum dinger and hit some shade lines and ended up with a decent amount of fish for the day. Guess I should sleep in and skip the early morning topwater bite... and just wait till it's hot and hit the shady tree lined banks.