One of the reasons why I like bass fishing in our area is because it’s unpredictable. There are times when bass are everywhere and feeding aggressively. When it’s like this, they are perhaps the easiest fish to catch. As they continue with their migration, and the population in our area thins out, things can get tricky. This trip was in early June. The bay water warmed up and most of the bass in the area started pushing out east to cooler waters. Those giant ocean fish from the south hadn’t yet arrived, so we were trying to find some fish as they were moving out of our area.
The first few hours of this trip was a lot of stop and go. I had several other buddies out looking for fish and we kept in contact. The idea was to scan the area’s hot spots and find some fish gathered up. Well, 3 hours later, none of us found fish so I settled for making long drifts down the shipping channel. There were some blues in this area, and we did manage a keeper bass. It wasn’t a “donut” (a trip with no bass), but it wasn’t great fishing.
On the ride home the mate usually cleans + packages the fish, and gets a head start on cleaning the boat. Felix was just about done with everything and that’s when I came across a large bunker school getting ‘worked’. As I slowed down and took a closer look, my fish finder was filled up with bass readings. I didn’t even have to tell Felix that we were going to fish, he was already baiting everyone up with live bunkers from our livewell, and he knew the boat would be filthy again. When you spend a lot of time on a boat with someone you develop an unspoken language. Through habit, expressions, and learning one’s temperament, we usually don’t have to speak much to get our message across.
We made 3 drifts, landed 14 large bass, and headed back to the dock 45 mins late. It’s always more rewarding when you catch fish at the end of a trip, especially when you have given up. This trip could be categorized as Luck.