April showers bring May, well you know the rest. Spring is the time of year when many days are consumed with rain and wind. Bass go from pre-spawn to spawn then to post spawn. Throughout this time, tossing a jerkbait is always a good go to bait to catch bass. Because of the spring wind you will find bass suspending in the water column. This is also where a jerkbait can outperform other baits, though finding the right color can be the key to getting those tough bites.
Because spring brings rain and winds, the days you spend out fishing can mostly be overcast and thick cloud cover. These days can be some of the best times to find good bass using a jerkbait. What I find that works best for me on these overcast days are a gold jerkbait. The jerkbait I use is a Smithwick Elite 8 Rogue. This jerkbait gives me the rolling action I like in a jerkbait. It also has a special designed weight system that brings the bait back to the horizontal position after each jerk and you can cast it a mile. [click to continue…]
It is finally here, my favorite time of the year! Spring has finally sprung in most parts of the country. The bass, and bass fisherman, are starting to get out in numbers everywhere. These next few weeks will be some of the best fishing all year! I know I’ll be getting out at every possible moment, and I hope you do the same when you get the chance.
But what I wanted to talk about today was the extremely bright future fishing has in it’s future! A couple weekends ago on April 6th the Illini Bass Fishing Club hosted our 3rd annual High School Open Tournament on Illinois’ Clinton Lake. To my knowledge, it is the only tournament ran by volunteer college kids for [click to continue…]
Getting ready for early season weaks and resident bass.
The Mets usually win their home opener, instilling a childish glimmer of hope. It’s a sort of welcome to the emotional roller coaster of 162 turns, curves, free falls, and gut jarring stops. Today they were able to squeeze a month of heartache into a few extra innings.
Last year, typical summer night bass fishing off Breezy Point, the true meaning of being a Mets fan came out loud and clear. The guy with the radio offered to change from Get the Led Out night to the Mets game. Guy two over from me says,
“Don’t do that, I’m enjoying myself. I’m out here because the game’s on.”
Not to turn this into a Mets rant but more times than not it’s individual breakdowns that catch on like wildfire. First baseman’s not paying attention, pitchers get rattled, clutch hitters hit slumps. Biggest reasons for these failures I’m always convinced is self doubt and being unprepared. [click to continue…]
Starting now, all Fishidy members have the ability to view publicly marked catches and spots on waterway page maps, regardless of whether you’re connected to followers of that same waterway or not. This opens up a whole new level of great fishing information right at your finger tips!
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I was so young the first time my parents took me fishing that I can’t remember it. I don’t remember the fish, the river, or the photo that followed. I remember the Zebco 202 that was my first fishing pole. I can still see it, green and white, dirty, leaning against the old plank wooden walls of the garage, and the bobber half attached. I can still hear my mom’s voice reminding me as I would set it in the crotch of the stick that I had shoved in the ground that “don’t walk from that or you’ll lose it like I did that day”, referencing the memory of having her fishing pole dragged into the water while not paying attention to the bite she had. There were many trips, and many fish, and many more that would come without my parents and with children of my own. Fishing became my joy, my celebration, and my way to cope.
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