And by slightly, I mean many magnitudes.
Steve and I hit the river early. Our first couple spots produced some fish, but the action certainly didn’t warm the cockles of our hearts. The water temp seemed surprisingly chilly, given the weather we’ve had the last couple days. The next spot was a good deal warmer. It did produce a keeper, but only a few fish total, and most were borderline rats. Next spot showed plenty of fish on the depth sounder, but apparently, none of them thought our lures looked very appetizing.
Time to find some different water. Time to find some different fish. Fish with a different attitude.
It didn’t take too long to do just that.
We got into a heavy swing bite in fairly shallow water as the outgoing tide started to crank, and the serious catching commenced. Light jighead and plastic combo? Yup, they’re biting that really good. How about a jerkbait? OH, yeah, they’ll smack that thing like there’s no tomorrow. What about topwater? Yup, mile high sky be damned, chew it they will. It was harder to find something they wouldn’t bite than something they would. Bite slow up a little? Turn off the spot lock and drift down river 50 yards or so, then lock it up and start catching again.
Feel like a change of scenery? Start it up and run over there, and sure enough, the bite is hot and heavy there, too. As long as we were in position to present our lures in heavy current and shallower than about 10 feet, we were catching. We fished right through the outgoing, the slack, and the first couple hours of incoming, and ended the day with 190 between us, including 10 keepers and I don’t know how many keepers in training. We did have to cast to a little deeper water on the sluggish current of the slack tide, but that was really the only adjustment we had to figure out.
The water temp — except for our first spot where it was only 48 — was mid fifties, rising to upper fifties in the afternoon. Water clarity was medium clear most places. A bit of brown in the water, but still 5 to 6 feet of visibility. Winds varied from none at all to a 5 to 10 mph breeze out of the north, shifting to the east southeast, and finally dropping down a about a 5 mph south southwest breeze. None of it seemed to matter as far as how well the fish bit.
Fish porn below…