Outdoor Truths: Aiming Outdoorsmen Toward Christ Feb 11, 2016
Several years ago it was not unusual to make one or two trips per week to wade the Cherokee Lake. Late winter always proved to hold enough of the bass variety to keep me fishing even in the most extreme conditions. These trips usually only lasted about half of the day and since I kept my equipment in my truck, I only needed a short notice and a good excuse. I can remember one day arriving at a favorite spot in the mid-afternoon. It was cold and blustery. Even though I had dressed warmly the cold air was blowing hard in my face. It was a headwind that was so strong casting was difficult. I fought the circumstances for about an hour before I gave in and decided to go elsewhere. A few hundred yards behind me was a small unexciting place, but the wind would be to my back and be blocked somewhat by the hills on one side. There, in that area, were little dead stickweeds that were scattered throughout. They may hold a bass but there were now only a couple of hours left before dark. In those two hours I caught six impressive largemouths. I was so excited about that new little spot that I made plans to return the next day, earlier and with a friend. That next afternoon did not disappoint us. When the smoke had cleared we had landed twenty one bass over fifteen inches long. gary@outdoortruths.org ~ www.outdoortruths.org
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