Saturday the 13th. New Moon is slicing into Taurus. The Lake.
By the time we rolled into Fayette County, it was foggy, almost cool out.
Looked like we were going to get skunked, at one point, not many fish were biting. A few nibbled, but none of the lake’s denizens seemed particularly interested.
“Dude. That’s the way it is with this lake, ‘Fayette’s feast or famine.'”
Let’s see what happened, we motored around some, the boat performed very well up on the plane, the sun stayed hidden most of the morning, we got “misted” on pretty heavily, noticed a lot a Osprey, one with a fish, “Hey, put that back!” And then, about the time we were thinking about pulling out, I kept pointing to one spot, but my fishing buddy kept suggesting something else. We compromised – his boat, his call. Good call, too.
Using a Carolina set-up, he caught a bid, bad, bass. Minutes later, same set-up, another strike. Bigger fish, even.
“Quick, get the scales, the camera, the ruler!” It was over 22 inches in length, and the battery for the camera was dead, as was the battery in the scale. Take my word for it, that was a good-sized fish.
My turn, next, “Hey, toss your lizard over there, let it drift.”
I snickered at the comment. But I did toss the lizard over there, and I did catch, and I am not making this up, a ladder. It was an old boarding ladder that had been in the lake for some time. But the next cast, that caught me a nice fish.
On the way back, though, we had the most entertaining catch of the day.
Friday afternoon.
I was rounding the SRV statue on the trail, underneath the overbearing presence of the temporary stage for the weekend’s events at Auditorium Shores, listening to some drummer work out, effectively blocked from my vision by the storm fencing covered in black platic sheeting. I meandered along, and then I heard a really loud, somewhat familiar, “DUDE!” Then, “KRAMER! DUDE!”
A golf cart careened up from on the other side of the fence, the driver pitched it sideways, and it came to rest, slinging a ton of dust in the air and gravel everywhere.
“WHAT’S UP!”
Bubba.
Bubba Sean, as it were.
“Yeah, I wasn’t supposed to be working this one, but at the last minute….”
Got home, showered, thought about a nice little nap, thought better of it because I have to go to sleep early so I can get up early, “Fish all day, make up lies,” is our motto.
Phone rings, Bubba again, “Can I stop buy for a little while?” Sure. He cooled off in the AC, then we ambled back up to the show. Slid me a ticket. Saw a couple of opening acts, then caught a Chemical Brothers DJ set, wandered back to the trailer. Heard some of Cake and the Stone Temple Pilots were up later, but I have to get up early. Trying my luck with a new hat, “So many lures, so little time.”
