Ok, so I was out yesterday from about 10 to 4 in the john boat on an oxbow lake I fish a lot. It was hot so i was using deep diving crankbait to get close to the bottom in the deeper water or down to about 5-8 feet pretty fast on short casts.
It worked pretty well and I caught maybe 6 or so in the first couple hours, but nothing of any remarkable size. Then I pulled up near a downed tree and throw it between the forked limbs and did a quick retrieve to get it to dive deep and sure enough, a fat old lady slammed it and I got my first big one of the day. It went a full 5 lbs I would find out later.
But, this thing really swallowed the crank bait, so as I was trying to hold onto it by the jaw with one hand and pull the bait it, it got to jerking around so much I lost my grip and only had it by the line. Then it snapped the line and flopped around on the bottom of the boat, making that grinding sound they make when distressed.
I picked it back up by the jaw and recommenced lure removal with my pliers when it went into another epileptic fit, only this time it shot out of my hands and plopped back into the lake. Great. Not only did I lose a nice deep diving crank bait I was having good success with, but that lure was certainly going to kill the fish embedded in it's throat. It was already bleeding from the gills pretty badly when it got away.
So I sat there and started to open up the tackle box to find another lure to tie on, and as I was in the process, this thing broke water back over in the trees in a mighty plume of water, shaking it's head trying to dislodge the lure. I thought again, man, that stinks losing the lure and a nice bass that could get even bigger if left to its own devices. I mostly catch and release those big ones to give them a chance to turn into trophies.
I go back to tying another crank bait on and about 2 minutes later, I am startled as the dang fish busts water right next to me in the boat, only this time I get a clear view of it as it comes out of the water. This bass shot straight at me like Jaws looking for Quinn, shaking it's head side to side and pop!... out goes my lure, coming to rest floating about a foot from the fish and back to my left. And the fish is just lazily floating in the water next to my boat, like "there's yer dang lure back, jerk, my throat is KILLING me now."
So I quickly grab the net, scoop up the fish so I can weigh it and take a picture. I can post pics later of both before and after, and with the fish and the lure in my dip net, but suffice it to say, that was the strangest thing I have ever had happen while on the water.
The lure went on to catch more, and as the fish was dying anyway, it is now cleaned and fileted and waiting for the frying pan.
It worked pretty well and I caught maybe 6 or so in the first couple hours, but nothing of any remarkable size. Then I pulled up near a downed tree and throw it between the forked limbs and did a quick retrieve to get it to dive deep and sure enough, a fat old lady slammed it and I got my first big one of the day. It went a full 5 lbs I would find out later.
But, this thing really swallowed the crank bait, so as I was trying to hold onto it by the jaw with one hand and pull the bait it, it got to jerking around so much I lost my grip and only had it by the line. Then it snapped the line and flopped around on the bottom of the boat, making that grinding sound they make when distressed.
I picked it back up by the jaw and recommenced lure removal with my pliers when it went into another epileptic fit, only this time it shot out of my hands and plopped back into the lake. Great. Not only did I lose a nice deep diving crank bait I was having good success with, but that lure was certainly going to kill the fish embedded in it's throat. It was already bleeding from the gills pretty badly when it got away.
So I sat there and started to open up the tackle box to find another lure to tie on, and as I was in the process, this thing broke water back over in the trees in a mighty plume of water, shaking it's head trying to dislodge the lure. I thought again, man, that stinks losing the lure and a nice bass that could get even bigger if left to its own devices. I mostly catch and release those big ones to give them a chance to turn into trophies.
I go back to tying another crank bait on and about 2 minutes later, I am startled as the dang fish busts water right next to me in the boat, only this time I get a clear view of it as it comes out of the water. This bass shot straight at me like Jaws looking for Quinn, shaking it's head side to side and pop!... out goes my lure, coming to rest floating about a foot from the fish and back to my left. And the fish is just lazily floating in the water next to my boat, like "there's yer dang lure back, jerk, my throat is KILLING me now."
So I quickly grab the net, scoop up the fish so I can weigh it and take a picture. I can post pics later of both before and after, and with the fish and the lure in my dip net, but suffice it to say, that was the strangest thing I have ever had happen while on the water.
The lure went on to catch more, and as the fish was dying anyway, it is now cleaned and fileted and waiting for the frying pan.

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