Fishing Time: March 14 to 20, 2016
Weather: Hot, calm, T-90s
Moon Phase: 38 to 93 % Moon
Water Temp: Morning - 68 deg, Afternoon - 73 deg
Location: Colorado River, Arizona
Best Bait: KieTech noisy flapper (topwater frog)
Who Went: Dunc
I weaved my way through the masses getting dirty looks the entire way, and then took off upriver in darkness to get to my spot before the rush of idiots followed. I went back to the same spot where topwater produced the night before and started throwing it again. It didn’t take long before I got a few hits and landed a couple bass. Topwater is a blast and I love working it in and out of grass like in the photo below.
Then came the idiotic masses in there sponsor covered shirts and their $80,000 bass boats. Man they look cool. I wonder if all that flare puts bass in the boat? Apparently it doesn't because each one of them that fished passed me (way to close) were whining about the tough bite. And then it happened. As I’m sitting there fishing live bait, two morons all jazzed out in bass flare come working down my shoreline. I’m not moving because I’m fishing live bait, which as we all know, is cheating in their book. As they motored closer I started wondering, will they ever go around me? Then I hear a splash right next to my boat. These "elite fisherman" were casting within 2 feet from my boat, and to make it worse, one had the gall to ask me how the fishing is. I stared back at him in disgust and shook my head and didn’t say a word. Seriously people! I have no problem sharing the lake, but give me a little distance!
Now that we know how I feel about tournament fisherman back to the fishing. I could quickly tell the fishing was not heating up so I tried something a bit different. Being that Lake Martinez is only 10 feet deep and full of sunken trees, I dropped a live minnow down about 9 feet and let the breeze blow me across the lake while I enjoyed the warm sunny morning. Not long into my drift my rod doubled over and about went into the lake. I grabbed it just in time and sure enough I had a fish on. However, this was no largemouth bass and I could tell while fighting him. After a worthy battle I found this small striped bass on the end of my line.
I continued to fish the early mornings and evenings through the weekend and my topwater frog was pretty consistent putting a couple fish in the boat each trip out. The daytime was dead and I never did find a pattern. Only one week left here in paradise…