Kent
02-01-99, 11:26 AM
January 31 - Callaway Gardens - 12 noon -
Norman & I decided to ignore the rain, the cold, the 20 mph wind and 6 hours of Super-Bowl pregame shows and go fishing! Planned to float the trout lake, but Norman wanted to wade the edge of Robin (the beach & water-ski lake) as the level way down and we could wade to near drop-off beyond the lifeguard towers where fish often hold. That was a real good idea! If you don't know Callaway, the beach at Robin stretches about a half mile all the way around one end of the big lake. We began catching fish almost immediately. By 6 o'clock when we quit, the b****tally was somewhere around 75, with numerous big bluegill thrown in. It was ridiculous - we're thigh deep in water off the sand beach, rain pouring, wind howling and whipping whitecaps, and we're looking back-and-forth at each other and giggling like kids as we released yet another fish. The fish were taking soft; and with sink-tip lines it was hard to detect the strike , as the wind pushed slack into the floating section of line. We got the hang of it, but intermediate full-sinks would have been better (better?!!?!). Most of the fish were hooked on a rattle clouser, a small deceiver and big sparkle woolies. Some of the b****were in less than 4' of water. What a strange day - don't know if it was the blue moon, warm weather in past weeks, or just the b****wanting to munch a bit before the game. Whatever - I've got a guide trip set for Tuesday morning and I sure hope this guy doesn't wanna trout fish!
Kent
Norman & I decided to ignore the rain, the cold, the 20 mph wind and 6 hours of Super-Bowl pregame shows and go fishing! Planned to float the trout lake, but Norman wanted to wade the edge of Robin (the beach & water-ski lake) as the level way down and we could wade to near drop-off beyond the lifeguard towers where fish often hold. That was a real good idea! If you don't know Callaway, the beach at Robin stretches about a half mile all the way around one end of the big lake. We began catching fish almost immediately. By 6 o'clock when we quit, the b****tally was somewhere around 75, with numerous big bluegill thrown in. It was ridiculous - we're thigh deep in water off the sand beach, rain pouring, wind howling and whipping whitecaps, and we're looking back-and-forth at each other and giggling like kids as we released yet another fish. The fish were taking soft; and with sink-tip lines it was hard to detect the strike , as the wind pushed slack into the floating section of line. We got the hang of it, but intermediate full-sinks would have been better (better?!!?!). Most of the fish were hooked on a rattle clouser, a small deceiver and big sparkle woolies. Some of the b****were in less than 4' of water. What a strange day - don't know if it was the blue moon, warm weather in past weeks, or just the b****wanting to munch a bit before the game. Whatever - I've got a guide trip set for Tuesday morning and I sure hope this guy doesn't wanna trout fish!
Kent