April 13, Beaver Lake, AR
Dan writes:
Once again I spent most of the day flipping trash pockets with a three-quarter ounce TERMINATOR Jig. The rest of the time I spent cruising the banks, looking for any sign of fish moving up shallow. They’re not. Water temp is still around fifty-eight in the afternoon.
I had six or seven flipping bites. Two were short fish, one a sixteen-inch largemouth, and three others I just plain missed. I’m wondering if I need to wait on the fish I’m missing – perhaps they are charging the bait and just trying to kill the crawdad, and would then come back to eat it after it fell down dead. I’ll try that tomorrow. It’s time I stopped jerking on fish anyhow.
A local tournament went out of here today with sixty boats. Annie went down to see the weigh-in. It was a team tournament, and exactly half of the boats zeroed. No fish at all. The winners had a six fish limit weighing eleven pounds. Apparently the locals don’t have ’em figured out yet either.