Got out on Thursday, the day right after the tax deadline.

With the large amount of rain we’ve received I figured the water would be fairly dirty. Sure enough, my hunch was correct. Not chocolate milk dirty but definitely stained.

Brought 7 rods rigged up, expecting to throw 4 the majority of the time: spinnerbait, chadderbait, lipless crank, and a squarebill. Grabbed the rod with the chatter first.

SECOND cast of the day, 20 yards from where I put in, FISH ON!!! Rod is bending hella good, and then I see her. “That’s a 5 pounder! Oh my that’s my PB!!!”

I get her right next to the kayak, I’m trying to get her into the net, she’s thrashing. My left arm, holding the rod, can’t seem to get extended enough for me to reach her with my right, and then she’s gone. Just like that.

BAD.NET.JOB.

Lost my PB.

She was 99% caught.

The rod did its job. The line did its job. The lure/hook did its job. The net and net man failed their jobs.

I almost had her in it. But almost doesn’t get my hands on her. Almost gets me shoulda woulda couldas.

First day out, second cast, lost 100% my PB.

Anyways, ended up landing around 5-6, can’t remember. One very nice 18” 3 pounder. A solid 16”. Most were nice fish, only one that was small. Largest was caught on a squarebill, the rest on a spinnerbait.

It was a day that had extreme highs and extreme lows. Mostly lows.

Lost my PB. Lost probably $60 worth of lures. Backlashed 3 rods. Broke my measuring trough.

Driving home I felt defeated and I was trying to find some positive out of the day.

I told myself that I was alive, and for the most part healthy. There’s many that can’t say that.

I thanked the Lord for giving me the chance to get out on the water and enjoy what I love to do.

Thanks for reading.

HS

At least tax season is over.

That bass will be back. You have its address.