It started off Slloooooowww.  I got two dinks and was celebrating the no-skunk day.  Then I got a third.  1 lb. I called my wife and asked if she wanted to go out for breakfast with me. She said yes!
 

oh. I played bookie from work. 
 

I was headed to the loading area on my kayak.  I saw them!  Deep. Water was 67 deg. Blue bird day. I started throwing soft plastics. Drop shot.  Texas rigged weightless which I let sink agonizingly slow.  Both offerings were FIRE!   I had 10 for 10 at one time.  The lake only had one other fisherman.  A 72 year old dude in a belly boat.  He was asking me what I was doing……”Dropshot!  Deep!  ‘.  The guy had heard me call my wife and reminded me to call here back.  Oops. She was cool with me staying. 
 

he rigged up like me an got no love.  I approached him with some of my worms and it turned on for him.   I lost count at 25. Oh what a day. It totally derailed my plans of the CA delta tomorrow.  Winds are up there anyways. . And I’m finishing up antibiotics this week.  Let’s just say my guts have a hair-trigger.!!   A 2 hr drive might not be in my best interest tomorrow. Haha. 

4 hours ago, Darth-Baiter said:

Let’s just say my guts have a hair-trigger.!!   A 2 hr drive might not be in my best interest tomorrow. Haha. 

Yep, gettin mush-butt while fishing is a major downer.