It wasn't gas Spidey, I actually like Baxter! He calmly sits on your boat, surveying the lake and other boats, nattily attired in his winter jacket, and always alert to greet an approaching boat. Kind of like the doorman at the Ritz Carlton. Very dignified.
Bax and I had a nice visit. Since "the fish were inactive" we had plenty of time to talk. Seems he has a problem with a recently acquired feline in the Spidey household. He wants that cat out of there! He asked my advice. What would I do? I told him, being from Chicago, we solve all our problems by putting a contract out to eliminate them. I could tell by the look in Baxter's eyes he was shocked. Calm, dignified but shocked nonetheless. He thought for a few seconds and said, "Oh, no, no, no I couldn't do THAT!" He paused and went on, "Hmm, but there is a Rottweiler around the corner who, for a couple Milk Bones,........"
And his voice trailed off and he sat there blankly staring across the water. Very calm, very dignified was Baxter.
It was a good day on the water Saturday. Great Weather, and fun hangin' with 'Lips, Josh, Spidey, Toad, Baxter, Jeff and Skunked. Caught fish too. From 8:30 to 9:30 am caught 5 LM up to 3.5 lbs and lost 3 more at the boat working a KSW in the main lake deep. Also boated 15 to 20 yellows. Once those fish became inactive, I tried pitching a 1oz Hopkins spoon to steep bluff walls for an hour. Nada. Found Rippinlips early-afternoon on some flats and joined him for a brief d-s bite. 3 small bass for me in about 13'. Went back to the mainlake and spent a few hours trying to entice the same deep bass to bite. They were declared "inactive" and about 3pm, being bored and frustrated, I went to the other side of the lake hoping to find some "active" fish. Found 'em and loaded the boat from 3:30 to 5pm on KSWs in the same depth as the morning bite. Another 10 LMs (3 and 4 lbers) and 40 or so nice sized yellows. A fish on every cast, they literally filled the screen on my graph! Jim, I tried the radio and either my batteries were low or you and Josh had left the lake (or you were inactive :lol: ) The clouds had moved in, the sun had gone behind the hills, I had put my running lights on and donned my sweatshirt and jacket again and continued to fish until I couldn't anymore. Unbelievable as it sounds, I had to leave while the fish were still biting. My right hand and the tendon in my right elbow were cramping up on every fish. That's how good it was. I love the winter bite!