When I've found a lure fish can't avoid biting, it's like a dog (me) to a bone - I just can't switch! Wed. was like that in a lake that has been lowered 5' for homeowner dock and wall repairs. What was 4' near shore - a flat that extends 30 yds. towards the middle of the lake - is now 1.5 - 2''. Pads are still floating that aren't in zero water areas and school perch hung out in large numbers outside of them.
At first I got some nice schoolie white perch on the mini perch lure (made 5 more just in case more picks were around:
But then I figured, why not cast the bulb-looking lure and see the rate of strike-to-hook sets?
Dang if the ratio didn't blow away the other lures! Fish after fish was caught in different shoreline areas, as well as along a few rocky walls dropping into 6 FOW. A bass was hanging out there also:
53 fish - mostly Y perch - clobbered my funny-shaped, chartreuse lure with a bit of orange and black from a Spike It pen. Granted, most were small, but occassionally a few decent ones hit.
But hey, the addiction we all share - the drug is the tug - is no different than pannies striking an alien shape over and over regardless of seeing manyof their buddies fighting for their lives!
Would have been a lot more, but the 10# anchor wasn't holding in the 15 mph wind - a necessity when keeping schools targeted. Four hours of fishing is still better than staying home - like today with a chilly rain falling for the next 7 hours forcing me into my basement to make more creative innovations.