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MY TYPE OF FIREWORKS!
By: Ron Wilson
July 10, 2008.... On July 3rd Harold
Willey and I went to Lake Don Pedro to do some evening fishing. Talk
about
a mistake, well almost anyway as there was a line of water ski and jet
boats waiting to get in.
Once we got close enough we were waved
around to the launch ramp as Harold had a year pass for the lake. At
Blue Oaks there were very few places to park the trailer but I managed
to sneak in a spot that was overlooked.
We putted out of the 5 p.m. zone in
Harold’s new 17 foot deep V Crestliner Aluminum Boat that he bought from
Bob’s Marine
I loved the captains chair in the back as it was very comfortable.
The fireworks guys were setting up all
the explosives as we putted by heading to our first spot at the dam. I
like it this time of year because the bass like it too.
On the first pass down the dam we caught
4 fish. Harold caught a 4 pounder and by the time he got back in
position to fish we were half way down the dam and missed some of the
best rocks to fish.
I said lets fire up and make that drift
again but Harold opted to turn around and try to go up wind. Big mistake
as he zigged and zagged the boat so bad in the wind that we never got
another bit there.
Next stop was up Big Creek, my favorite
side on the left produced a couple grabs on my bait that ran under the
snag and broke me off. Harold had a couple LDR’s.
We switched to Harold’s favorite side
where there was shade. He is an afternoon fisherman so he knows where
the shady spots show up first and we managed some LDR’s and a couple
fish for his dinner.
We were happy we finally caught Coralee,
Harold's wife, a couple fish for the livewell as we had joked all that
evening that we would not here the end of it from Coralee if we didn't
catch a thing after throwing back the 4 pounder.
We set up for crappie fishing, underwater
lights etc. and around
10 p.m. I lost one and then around 10:45 Harold lost one so we
called it a night. Boats were still launching at Flemming Meadows as we
went by and at Blue Oaks the only parking left was back at the check in
station!. Talk about a zoo it had been so long since I was at a lake on
a holiday I had forgot not to do it!
 July
5th at daylight Ron Fisher and I were at a private fishing club pond.
Ron started tossing a pop R and catching fish. By the time I got one
tied on he had 3 caught and released. To say the action was fantastic
would be an understatement. We had a fish or a blowup on every cast
until 8 a.m. Our biggest top water fish was 3 pounds, but talk about
action that’s my type of fishing, just flat out catching!
When the bite died we went to senko's and
started whacking them again. For the next couple hours it was move the
boat a little toss the bait and reel in fish around the pond with fish
up to 6 pounds and then that bite went south. Dam bass I have no idea
why they just shut off but they did.
Ron Fisher has been taught well and is
always experimenting with different stuff and he put on a whacky rig and
started pounding them again. Once again he had 3 caught by he time I
switched and then it was on. We traveled around the lake pounding them.
At 11:30 I was tired and hungry and I had been watching a couple club
members from Sacramento struggling. I putted over to them and they said
the action sucked. Ron and I showed them what we were doing and how and
headed to the shade for a lunch break.
After the lunch break I went back out and
we continued pounding them. Checked with the boys from Sacramento and
they were now having fun also. They had been catching bass and crappie
and pointed to a spot where they got into a school of them all pound
plus slabs.
They informed me that they just saw
another club member launch a boat. I told them 4 boats on the pond
that’s to crowded for me I am heading home jokingly and we all got a
chuckle out of that since they had been on Folsom Lake on the 4th.
It was now after 2 p.m. and my arms were
cramping from fighting fish and I told Ron lets put it on the trailer
and then go check out the other pond from the bank.
At the other pond I could see where
several of the crawdads we had planted had died from being eaten by bass
and probably birds that had tried to eat them.
Had a chunky 5 pounder greet me there on
a senko and missed a couple more and then decided to call it a day as I
was worn out. Ron slept most of the way home while I kept drinking ice
water to keep me awake while driving. There is something about catching
and releasing 151 bass and 9 crappie that just tuckers a couple guys
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