Fishing can be fun and sedate, it can also be fast and furious. It was furious this evening. There we were, standing on the shore of Lake Whitney as the fierce white light of the Texan sun was starting to set, casting out in hope of fish.
No joy. The fish were there, jumping, but about 100 yards away out of range. Would they come in to the shore? We bet the monkey on just that and switched out to topwater lures, all in the hope that what looked like a school of Sand Bass would close in. Sure enough, they did.
Bang! Before you could say Heinz Guderian, there they were, leaping, thrashing and blitzing through swarms of Shad. You know the wisdom, where leap the Shad, so bite the Bass, and that’s the way it was. It sounded like fire crackling through dry tinder.
We couldn’t cast fast enough. “Cast to the blitz, lads!” and “Fish on!” echoed around the dam like Charles Martel’s victorious war cry against the Moslem horde. Crazy, intense, topwater action, and all the better for the youngest member of the team getting his first fish of the year. Well done! More to follow.
Then it was dark and time to head back to the Compound, adrenaline up and fishing tales abounding. Big, victorious excitement.
And that’s just the way it was.