This was just last night. It was a perfect evening, warm and calm.
I found a nice bobber but I didn't need it. I tied on a plastic worm rig and never took it off.
I got interest in it right away along the east side. Lots of pulls by bluegill and a few little bass that came undone or flipped off the hook.
I crossed over to the shadow side. I have never fished this west shoreline exclusively with a plastic worm. I decide to rectify that.
Lots of hits and pulls again and a few hookups.
Sometimes my eagerness got the best of me. I hooked up with a big bass. I don't know if it was another 7 pounder, but it acted the same and felt the same. I got one look at it when it lunged out of the water and threw the hook.
This was my next cast. Just a little rattled.
I started fishing down the dam and right away got another heavy bass on the line.
Easily the second best bass of the season measuring a hefty 19 inches.
I drifted on down the dam through calm pockets of rose-scented air looking for another bass like that. Now I know that the next cast could actually be the one for the bass of a lifetime.
The smaller bass kept me busy as I continued my quest.
I fished on past the peanut gallery on the lip of the spillway, and got one more bass on the stretch where I caught the big one.
That was fun. I'm going to do this again--maybe tonight.
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