The Access-WDUN forecast this morning said we’ll see 92-degrees before the day ends.
That’s too hot for even a diehard (read: stubborn and less than genius) fisherman like me (read: extra stubborn and far less than genius) to be on the lake. I don’t have to chase fish today.
But there are some who must; their lives depend upon piscatorial success. They catch fish or they go hungry.
I’m referring to Lake Lanier’s abundant bass population: largemouth, spotted, shoal and stripped - predators by divine design, wary by experience.
It is during the warm-weather months that a bass’s metabolism is the fastest. Translated into Urbanese that means their appetite is smokin’; they want groceries.
So…my response on this, the maiden voyage of my blog, “So…where are the fish?” is simple: find the schools of forage – threadfin shad and blueback herring in particular – and the predatory micropterus will be nearby.
Simply stated, not simply accomplished.
That’s what makes fishing during the daylight hours of summer so simple; that’s what makes fishing during the daylight hours of summer so impossible.
But there are some tricks up our sun-burned sleeves that work from time to time; all is not lost.
As we say in the blog-business, that’s the “hook”. That’s what I hope will have you coming back to this site soon and often. If you promise not to tell anyone else, I’ll share some of those tricks with you.
Now, if only that school of baitfish would sit still long enough for me to drop my bait into them…
