I left the boat at home and walked the shores of a local lake yesterday and wound up having more shots than I could keep track of. The area that I prowled is very shallow and trying to maneuver a boat around this slough is more trouble than it’s worth
I stopped on the bridge Wednesday night to check on the carp activity since the recorded lake temps was 63 degrees and I found the activity to be good. So I made plans to be at the lake the following day.
The wind was a little strong and created a lot of waves, which made it hard to spot the fish at times and then there were other times when I would find a small pocket of water that was calm and some of those spots showed a lot of this…
I wasn’t the only one fishing this slough
…And there was this guy. I don’t mind snakes as long as I know where they are. It’s when they surprise me that I find myself high stepping my way along the bank. This was one of those times. I was standing on a bunch of rip rap watching a snake in the water with a large bulge about midway in its body and I looked down and there was a big SOB about 18” away from my foot! Activate high-speed knees to chest marching band leg moves! It wasn’t until I regained my composure that I realized his mouth was already full.
I spent the first half of the day walking the west side of the slough throwing all the shot fish on the shore and then after a couple of hours I walked the shore back the way I came from hunting the same water again shooting more fish and gathering the fish that were shot while walking in. I put them on a stringer and dragged them out.