Take Whatever the Fishing Gods Deliver
Snow certainly wasn’t in my plans when I packed Saturday night, but there was an inch of snow piled in the bottom, and on the seats. The drive to Bull Shoals was scenic, but I was expecting the the cold temperatures and snow to encourage a shad kill, the event we were hoping for. The adrenaline helped fuel the task of cleanign out the Supreme. But it never pays to get too carried away, stay flexible.
Chris and Dick took it in their stride, though thanks to fellow guide Ron Yarborough who had a spare jacket in Chris’ size, Chris’s very nice Simms G3 Jacket on a hanger in Memphis. We were fishing the usual shad styles deep, mixed with some surface dabbling.
Dick scored the first brown of the day a nice 18″ fish. Chris lost a really big bow then 2 drift later scored a nice ‘bow. It asn;’t as consistentan earlier trip Id taken but it was respectable with enough quality fish to keep everyone on their toes. The guys did well I think we only missed 2 of the morning’s tally of takes, and one nice double.
The fishing slowed as more boats arrived around lunchtime through the early afternoon, with boats driving all over the river. But as the traffic began heading home around 3 the fishing picked up, as did the weather. Chris really had the hot hand, in contrast to the morning innings, picking up some nice fish and finally this brown which looks better than its taped 21″