**Yet another Willard report!
And okay, I hadn’t planned on getting skunked, just so much as expected it. Ain’t I such an optimist? [angelic]
Location:****
North Marina - just a few feet south of the boat launch
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Arrive:*****
6:45 P.M.
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Depart:*
8:00 P.M.
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Weather:*
Until about 7 P.M. it was very windy! Mostly cloudy.
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Air temperature:*****
60F (at departure time…forgot to check when I arrived)
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Water temperature:*
55F (at departure time…forgot to check when I arrived)
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Water quality:*
Murky at shore, then got a blue tint about 50 feet out
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Other Fishers:*
A boat was catching some. Another shore angler at about 7:30 was across the bay from me, on the little outcropping/peninsula, but I couldn’t tell if he got anything.
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Baits:*
‘cured’ chicken gizzards & catfish power bait (“blood” flavor)
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Lures:*
Small Fry Spinner…neon green
It was very windy. I was actually thinking of going back home, while setting up. But I figured I was already out there, started getting my gear ready, I might as well tough it out. The water wasn’t just choppy, there were waves about a foot tall. Some carp were rolling around (just out of casting distance! grump), which settled down with the wind…only about half a dozen rollers in the hour after the wind quit.
I only tried the chicken gizzards (which I forgot to put in the freezer on my last trip (Tuesday, I think), so they were a bit extra stinky…I guess that doesn’t make them any better, because they didn’t get any bites), until I got my lure pole set up. Then I put on some of the blood power bait, and let that sit in the water while I had to mess with setting up my lure pole. I got the lure pole all tangled up at first, but eventually got it all straitened out and my lure on at about 7:30.
I’m used to bait with sinkers. Got a feel for how the lure casts out. Maybe I need a little tiny sinker on that too, because I could only get it to go out about 50 feet …though that’s about same as my bait casting. Maybe I’m just a pitiful caster!
I’ma go take a bath now. That blood junk smells like wet dog, when it’s on your hands.**