Fishin Fool
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Fishing Fire and I took off and put in at Skull Island ramp around 7AM. It was TOTAL pea soup out there. You could not see 50 feet in front of the boat for the fog. We used bouys to get an idea of where the channel was but you could not even see them until you were on top of them. We eased to our spot at about 5 to 10 miles per hour, and even at that speed felt that it was dangerous. The fog totally disoriented me. It was like being shut up in a box of cotton. We had every light on the boat on. As luck would have it, when I saw a tree line I realized that we were within 200 feet or so of where we wanted to go. We began to fish and didn't even get a bump for the first 30 minutes or so. We were fishing grass and spiney weed with water under it 4 to 5 feet deep. Mike finally had a HUGE blowup on a heddon torpedo but didn't connect. We began to hear voices and a boat slowly came out of the mist; some guys fishing a TX, that were unaware we were even around. They said they had not hooked up with the first fish yet. They turned and headed to some humps in the middle and we continued to work the grass and weeds. We tossed spinner baits, buzz baits, rooster tails, buzzing spoons, blade dancers and just about anything that would work in the weeds. Nothing! Still the worst fog I have ever been in. We could hear motors running pretty fast (which scare the heck out of us) but they seemed to be pretty distant. Finally about 830 or so it began to lift a little and we could see around us. There were about 6 bass boats, us included, fishing this tiny cove! Other than the one boat we never knew anyone else was around due to thickness of the fog. As the sun came up the bite came on. The fish began to really pop the top in and around the weeds. I had the "can't hook 'em" blues that day. Connected with several fish but they all came unbuttoned before they got to the boat. Mike began to really tear them up on a small Fox spinner fished slow just under the surface at the edge of the weeds. He ended up with about 12, none of which were keepers this trip. I ended up with one aggressive Bream that thought it was a bass when it hit my buzz bait. The main story here is the FOG. Dang it was bad and the thing is I was really, really worried about getting hit by some of the guys fishing the TX that we could hear running at pretty high speed. I know a lot of these folks have GPS (we didn't this day) but GPS won't help you if there is a boat in the water in front of you and they are stopped or going slower, or turning for some reason. In the area I was in if you were moving over 10 MPH you were an idiot. Please go slow and use your lights and be careful. Winning a TX is not worth getting killed over.
