The doldrums of post spawn are slowly vaporizing and Lake Lanier is starting to heat up; temperature and action-wise, that is.

After an exhausting couple of weeks spawning, followed by a period of near-comatose recuperation, all the bass can think of is going to the beach - sand, sand and more sand.

In fishing, as in all of life, it’s always good to have a “Plan B” - a second option should the first option fall on its face.

Even though pollen drifted across the surface of the quiet pocket in Young Deer Creek we weren’t about to be fooled. No, sir, not us!

The placid early morning surface erupted like a cauldron reaching a sudden boil.

I looked up from my computer screen and toward the sound of the wind howling through the bare branches of the sweetgum trees outside my office window.

What a wild couple of weeks it has been for fishing!