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Old May 1st, 2005, 09:57 PM
Chris Rennert
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Default Winning Pattern?

Is there any way everyone can detail how they caught them without giving
away the farm? Just curious how you guys worked through the weather
situations?

Congratulations everyone, and I am glad to hear everybody had a great
time.

chris
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Old May 1st, 2005, 10:37 PM
Joe Haubenreich
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OK.... more details:

Wednesday, prefishing: weather was moderate (in the mid-60's), cloudy, with
scattered drizzle, turning to rain after awhile. Dan and I fished together,
and the only two fish we caught were before 11:00.

bass #1: 4 pound smallmouth, caught about 20 feet off a rocky secondary
point near the head of Indian Creek, with the boat in about 30 feet of
water. I'd estimate the water was about 18 feet deep where the fish hit my
1/2-ounce Secret Weapon White Shiner with single, gold willowleaf blade.
- bass #2: 1 pound Kentucky (spotted) bass. Same spinnerbait, but I cast it
across a 6-inch diameter laydown trunk in about 1 to 1-1/2 foot of water.
The bass trapped the lure against the far side of the log. I just cinched it
up tight against the log, trolled over, and lipped it.

In the afternoon, Steve and I ran back out for a couple hours to try to
locate bass just inside main lake points. We did find several nice spots (KY
bass) that hit pearl flukes and a white Senko. The pig of a bass I caught
hit my pearl Driftwood Lures drift stick within a foot of the rocky
shoreline. It must have been there trapping fry and other prey in the
shallow water. I brought it out to the boat, but then it threw the hook. I
stopped reeling. The bass darted off about three feet, turned back, and then
started moving its head back and forth like a dog trying to pick up a scent.
It spotted my lure, and then attacked it again. A hit and miss. On its next
attempt, I finally got a good hookset and brought it into the boat.

Next, we ran to a shallow cove where the Indian Creek Church Camp covered
boat dock sits. There Steve connected with a 4-pound largemouth while
flipping his white Senko willows, brush, and timber in no more than one foot
of water. We suspected the largemouth had already spawned, judging by the
condition of its tail. Might have been a big male; if on a bed, we never saw
it.

In fact, although I looked, I never saw the first bass bed all weekend.
Smallmouth had already spawned out, we were advised, but we should have seen
some sign of largemouth and spot spawning beds.

Thursday: threatening, gray skies turned to rain and then thunderstorms for
several hours. The spinnerbait was non-productive before the storms set in.
Afterwards, Dan and I picked up a couple of bass using white, plastic stick
baits, rigged Texas-style, without weights. I cast them alongside laydowns
and around brush and willows. Then Randy, the Outdoor Frontiers cameraman,
joined us for an hour of fishing and another in the private dock. With
camera rolling, we picked up another bass off a laydown... same bait and
pattern as befo just cast it out, let it drift down, and kept an eye on
my line. Any tick or unusual movement indicated a pickup; I never felt the
hits... just pressure.

Friday: Partnered with Joe P. Same weather.... less rain, more wind, cooler.
Nice, gray overcast all day long. I thought the fish should be a little more
active, although we were in a post-frontal condition. I think we were seeing
multiple fronts passing through. It may not have confused the fish, but it
sure threw me off.

My first bass of the day, another spot, came on the same spinnerbait. I took
it while moving up the dock under high trolling-motor speed, near a small
outcrop of rocks on an otherwise nondescript bank, between two
widely-separated laydowns. I believe the bass came out from the shore to hit
it. After that, we switched to white or baby bass and started catching two
more bass from rock shelves along the side of a deep cove off Indian Creek.
Working out way to the back, where water was shallow (about 15 feet under
the boat at the tree tops), we flipped and cast around a half dozen
laydowns, some blocking access to the shallowest section of the cove. That's
where Joe and I caught another seven keeper-size bass, all on Drift Sticks
and Senkos (or some other variant).

In the last hour, we ran back out toward the main lake, stopping at the
mouth of Jones Branch -- a side cove just inside Indian Creek. We tried a
few more laydowns on the right side of the mouth with no luck. With time
running out, we went across to a broken-rock rounded point between two nice
little pockets. We started at the left pocket, where we immediately started
getting hits on fast-moving Drift sticks, retrieved about two feet down in a
walk-the-dog fashion. I got two strong hits, and Joe P. had another. I got
the first one up near the boat, close enough to see it was a big smallmouth.
I suspect the others were as well. This is the place and the retrieve that
had been recommended to me, but foolishly I had not tried it until the very
end of the tournament. We ran out of time before it paid off for us.

Saturday evening, two boats (Randy and Charles in one, Chris, Dave, and I in
the other) went out with black lights and fluorescent lines for some
nigh-fishing. Chris caught a nice 1-1/2 pound bass on a black Senko, rigged
weightless. Dave and I, too, tried it, and while I got a few pecks and one
solid "thump," in the hour we fished, we came up blank. I think Randy and
Charles caught another two. Had they not been laughing so hard that tears
obscured the trees lining the bank, they might have done even better. As it
was, they spent a lot of time retrieving their baits from overhanging limbs.

One other note.... Every bass I caught in three days was keeper size. All
were spots, with the exception of that big smallmouth.
--
Joe Haubenreich
www.secretweaponlures.com
First real spinnerbait change in 50 years!
_______________________

"Chris Rennert" wrote in message
...
Is there any way everyone can detail how they caught them without giving
away the farm? Just curious how you guys worked through the weather
situations?

Congratulations everyone, and I am glad to hear everybody had a great
time.

chris


  #3  
Old May 2nd, 2005, 12:34 PM
alwaysfishking
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That was a night I won't soon forget, we could not even cast we were
laughing so hard, what a night


"Joe Haubenreich" rofbmail (at) secretweaponlures (dot) com wrote in
message ...
OK.... more details:

Wednesday, prefishing: weather was moderate (in the mid-60's), cloudy,
with
scattered drizzle, turning to rain after awhile. Dan and I fished
together,
and the only two fish we caught were before 11:00.

bass #1: 4 pound smallmouth, caught about 20 feet off a rocky secondary
point near the head of Indian Creek, with the boat in about 30 feet of
water. I'd estimate the water was about 18 feet deep where the fish hit my
1/2-ounce Secret Weapon White Shiner with single, gold willowleaf blade.
- bass #2: 1 pound Kentucky (spotted) bass. Same spinnerbait, but I cast
it
across a 6-inch diameter laydown trunk in about 1 to 1-1/2 foot of water.
The bass trapped the lure against the far side of the log. I just cinched
it
up tight against the log, trolled over, and lipped it.

In the afternoon, Steve and I ran back out for a couple hours to try to
locate bass just inside main lake points. We did find several nice spots
(KY
bass) that hit pearl flukes and a white Senko. The pig of a bass I caught
hit my pearl Driftwood Lures drift stick within a foot of the rocky
shoreline. It must have been there trapping fry and other prey in the
shallow water. I brought it out to the boat, but then it threw the hook. I
stopped reeling. The bass darted off about three feet, turned back, and
then
started moving its head back and forth like a dog trying to pick up a
scent.
It spotted my lure, and then attacked it again. A hit and miss. On its
next
attempt, I finally got a good hookset and brought it into the boat.

Next, we ran to a shallow cove where the Indian Creek Church Camp covered
boat dock sits. There Steve connected with a 4-pound largemouth while
flipping his white Senko willows, brush, and timber in no more than one
foot
of water. We suspected the largemouth had already spawned, judging by the
condition of its tail. Might have been a big male; if on a bed, we never
saw
it.

In fact, although I looked, I never saw the first bass bed all weekend.
Smallmouth had already spawned out, we were advised, but we should have
seen
some sign of largemouth and spot spawning beds.

Thursday: threatening, gray skies turned to rain and then thunderstorms
for
several hours. The spinnerbait was non-productive before the storms set
in.
Afterwards, Dan and I picked up a couple of bass using white, plastic
stick
baits, rigged Texas-style, without weights. I cast them alongside laydowns
and around brush and willows. Then Randy, the Outdoor Frontiers cameraman,
joined us for an hour of fishing and another in the private dock. With
camera rolling, we picked up another bass off a laydown... same bait and
pattern as befo just cast it out, let it drift down, and kept an eye on
my line. Any tick or unusual movement indicated a pickup; I never felt the
hits... just pressure.

Friday: Partnered with Joe P. Same weather.... less rain, more wind,
cooler.
Nice, gray overcast all day long. I thought the fish should be a little
more
active, although we were in a post-frontal condition. I think we were
seeing
multiple fronts passing through. It may not have confused the fish, but it
sure threw me off.

My first bass of the day, another spot, came on the same spinnerbait. I
took
it while moving up the dock under high trolling-motor speed, near a small
outcrop of rocks on an otherwise nondescript bank, between two
widely-separated laydowns. I believe the bass came out from the shore to
hit
it. After that, we switched to white or baby bass and started catching two
more bass from rock shelves along the side of a deep cove off Indian
Creek.
Working out way to the back, where water was shallow (about 15 feet under
the boat at the tree tops), we flipped and cast around a half dozen
laydowns, some blocking access to the shallowest section of the cove.
That's
where Joe and I caught another seven keeper-size bass, all on Drift Sticks
and Senkos (or some other variant).

In the last hour, we ran back out toward the main lake, stopping at the
mouth of Jones Branch -- a side cove just inside Indian Creek. We tried a
few more laydowns on the right side of the mouth with no luck. With time
running out, we went across to a broken-rock rounded point between two
nice
little pockets. We started at the left pocket, where we immediately
started
getting hits on fast-moving Drift sticks, retrieved about two feet down in
a
walk-the-dog fashion. I got two strong hits, and Joe P. had another. I got
the first one up near the boat, close enough to see it was a big
smallmouth.
I suspect the others were as well. This is the place and the retrieve that
had been recommended to me, but foolishly I had not tried it until the
very
end of the tournament. We ran out of time before it paid off for us.

Saturday evening, two boats (Randy and Charles in one, Chris, Dave, and I
in
the other) went out with black lights and fluorescent lines for some
nigh-fishing. Chris caught a nice 1-1/2 pound bass on a black Senko,
rigged
weightless. Dave and I, too, tried it, and while I got a few pecks and one
solid "thump," in the hour we fished, we came up blank. I think Randy and
Charles caught another two. Had they not been laughing so hard that tears
obscured the trees lining the bank, they might have done even better. As
it
was, they spent a lot of time retrieving their baits from overhanging
limbs.

One other note.... Every bass I caught in three days was keeper size. All
were spots, with the exception of that big smallmouth.
--
Joe Haubenreich
www.secretweaponlures.com
First real spinnerbait change in 50 years!
_______________________

"Chris Rennert" wrote in message
...
Is there any way everyone can detail how they caught them without giving
away the farm? Just curious how you guys worked through the weather
situations?

Congratulations everyone, and I am glad to hear everybody had a great
time.

chris




  #4  
Old May 2nd, 2005, 02:25 PM
Charles B. Summers
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I swear... I can't even try to tell that story again without laughing. Man,
you had me doubled over on the boat about to **** in my pants.



"alwaysfishking" wrote in message
...
That was a night I won't soon forget, we could not even cast we were
laughing so hard, what a night


"Joe Haubenreich" rofbmail (at) secretweaponlures (dot) com wrote in
message ...
OK.... more details:

Wednesday, prefishing: weather was moderate (in the mid-60's), cloudy,
with
scattered drizzle, turning to rain after awhile. Dan and I fished
together,
and the only two fish we caught were before 11:00.

bass #1: 4 pound smallmouth, caught about 20 feet off a rocky secondary
point near the head of Indian Creek, with the boat in about 30 feet of
water. I'd estimate the water was about 18 feet deep where the fish hit

my
1/2-ounce Secret Weapon White Shiner with single, gold willowleaf blade.
- bass #2: 1 pound Kentucky (spotted) bass. Same spinnerbait, but I cast
it
across a 6-inch diameter laydown trunk in about 1 to 1-1/2 foot of

water.
The bass trapped the lure against the far side of the log. I just

cinched
it
up tight against the log, trolled over, and lipped it.

In the afternoon, Steve and I ran back out for a couple hours to try to
locate bass just inside main lake points. We did find several nice spots
(KY
bass) that hit pearl flukes and a white Senko. The pig of a bass I

caught
hit my pearl Driftwood Lures drift stick within a foot of the rocky
shoreline. It must have been there trapping fry and other prey in the
shallow water. I brought it out to the boat, but then it threw the hook.

I
stopped reeling. The bass darted off about three feet, turned back, and
then
started moving its head back and forth like a dog trying to pick up a
scent.
It spotted my lure, and then attacked it again. A hit and miss. On its
next
attempt, I finally got a good hookset and brought it into the boat.

Next, we ran to a shallow cove where the Indian Creek Church Camp

covered
boat dock sits. There Steve connected with a 4-pound largemouth while
flipping his white Senko willows, brush, and timber in no more than one
foot
of water. We suspected the largemouth had already spawned, judging by

the
condition of its tail. Might have been a big male; if on a bed, we never
saw
it.

In fact, although I looked, I never saw the first bass bed all weekend.
Smallmouth had already spawned out, we were advised, but we should have
seen
some sign of largemouth and spot spawning beds.

Thursday: threatening, gray skies turned to rain and then thunderstorms
for
several hours. The spinnerbait was non-productive before the storms set
in.
Afterwards, Dan and I picked up a couple of bass using white, plastic
stick
baits, rigged Texas-style, without weights. I cast them alongside

laydowns
and around brush and willows. Then Randy, the Outdoor Frontiers

cameraman,
joined us for an hour of fishing and another in the private dock. With
camera rolling, we picked up another bass off a laydown... same bait and
pattern as befo just cast it out, let it drift down, and kept an eye

on
my line. Any tick or unusual movement indicated a pickup; I never felt

the
hits... just pressure.

Friday: Partnered with Joe P. Same weather.... less rain, more wind,
cooler.
Nice, gray overcast all day long. I thought the fish should be a little
more
active, although we were in a post-frontal condition. I think we were
seeing
multiple fronts passing through. It may not have confused the fish, but

it
sure threw me off.

My first bass of the day, another spot, came on the same spinnerbait. I
took
it while moving up the dock under high trolling-motor speed, near a

small
outcrop of rocks on an otherwise nondescript bank, between two
widely-separated laydowns. I believe the bass came out from the shore to
hit
it. After that, we switched to white or baby bass and started catching

two
more bass from rock shelves along the side of a deep cove off Indian
Creek.
Working out way to the back, where water was shallow (about 15 feet

under
the boat at the tree tops), we flipped and cast around a half dozen
laydowns, some blocking access to the shallowest section of the cove.
That's
where Joe and I caught another seven keeper-size bass, all on Drift

Sticks
and Senkos (or some other variant).

In the last hour, we ran back out toward the main lake, stopping at the
mouth of Jones Branch -- a side cove just inside Indian Creek. We tried

a
few more laydowns on the right side of the mouth with no luck. With time
running out, we went across to a broken-rock rounded point between two
nice
little pockets. We started at the left pocket, where we immediately
started
getting hits on fast-moving Drift sticks, retrieved about two feet down

in
a
walk-the-dog fashion. I got two strong hits, and Joe P. had another. I

got
the first one up near the boat, close enough to see it was a big
smallmouth.
I suspect the others were as well. This is the place and the retrieve

that
had been recommended to me, but foolishly I had not tried it until the
very
end of the tournament. We ran out of time before it paid off for us.

Saturday evening, two boats (Randy and Charles in one, Chris, Dave, and

I
in
the other) went out with black lights and fluorescent lines for some
nigh-fishing. Chris caught a nice 1-1/2 pound bass on a black Senko,
rigged
weightless. Dave and I, too, tried it, and while I got a few pecks and

one
solid "thump," in the hour we fished, we came up blank. I think Randy

and
Charles caught another two. Had they not been laughing so hard that

tears
obscured the trees lining the bank, they might have done even better. As
it
was, they spent a lot of time retrieving their baits from overhanging
limbs.

One other note.... Every bass I caught in three days was keeper size.

All
were spots, with the exception of that big smallmouth.
--
Joe Haubenreich
www.secretweaponlures.com
First real spinnerbait change in 50 years!
_______________________

"Chris Rennert" wrote in message
...
Is there any way everyone can detail how they caught them without giving
away the farm? Just curious how you guys worked through the weather
situations?

Congratulations everyone, and I am glad to hear everybody had a great
time.

chris






  #5  
Old May 2nd, 2005, 02:54 PM
Heavy
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What story was that? Randy and Ken both tried to kill me on the way
back from dinner on Sat. night! I seriously thought I was going to
die, could catch my breath from laughing so hard! There was something
in there about a pack of hot dogs as well???
Sleep deprivation had to have played a part in that as well???

Heavy




Charles B. Summers wrote:
I swear... I can't even try to tell that story again without

laughing. Man,
you had me doubled over on the boat about to **** in my pants.



"alwaysfishking" wrote in message
...
That was a night I won't soon forget, we could not even cast we

were
laughing so hard, what a night


"Joe Haubenreich" rofbmail (at) secretweaponlures (dot) com wrote

in
message ...
OK.... more details:

Wednesday, prefishing: weather was moderate (in the mid-60's),

cloudy,
with
scattered drizzle, turning to rain after awhile. Dan and I fished
together,
and the only two fish we caught were before 11:00.

bass #1: 4 pound smallmouth, caught about 20 feet off a rocky

secondary
point near the head of Indian Creek, with the boat in about 30

feet of
water. I'd estimate the water was about 18 feet deep where the

fish hit
my
1/2-ounce Secret Weapon White Shiner with single, gold willowleaf

blade.
- bass #2: 1 pound Kentucky (spotted) bass. Same spinnerbait, but

I cast
it
across a 6-inch diameter laydown trunk in about 1 to 1-1/2 foot

of
water.
The bass trapped the lure against the far side of the log. I just

cinched
it
up tight against the log, trolled over, and lipped it.

In the afternoon, Steve and I ran back out for a couple hours to

try to
locate bass just inside main lake points. We did find several

nice spots
(KY
bass) that hit pearl flukes and a white Senko. The pig of a bass

I
caught
hit my pearl Driftwood Lures drift stick within a foot of the

rocky
shoreline. It must have been there trapping fry and other prey in

the
shallow water. I brought it out to the boat, but then it threw

the hook.
I
stopped reeling. The bass darted off about three feet, turned

back, and
then
started moving its head back and forth like a dog trying to pick

up a
scent.
It spotted my lure, and then attacked it again. A hit and miss.

On its
next
attempt, I finally got a good hookset and brought it into the

boat.

Next, we ran to a shallow cove where the Indian Creek Church Camp

covered
boat dock sits. There Steve connected with a 4-pound largemouth

while
flipping his white Senko willows, brush, and timber in no more

than one
foot
of water. We suspected the largemouth had already spawned,

judging by
the
condition of its tail. Might have been a big male; if on a bed,

we never
saw
it.

In fact, although I looked, I never saw the first bass bed all

weekend.
Smallmouth had already spawned out, we were advised, but we

should have
seen
some sign of largemouth and spot spawning beds.

Thursday: threatening, gray skies turned to rain and then

thunderstorms
for
several hours. The spinnerbait was non-productive before the

storms set
in.
Afterwards, Dan and I picked up a couple of bass using white,

plastic
stick
baits, rigged Texas-style, without weights. I cast them alongside

laydowns
and around brush and willows. Then Randy, the Outdoor Frontiers

cameraman,
joined us for an hour of fishing and another in the private dock.

With
camera rolling, we picked up another bass off a laydown... same

bait and
pattern as befo just cast it out, let it drift down, and kept

an eye
on
my line. Any tick or unusual movement indicated a pickup; I never

felt
the
hits... just pressure.

Friday: Partnered with Joe P. Same weather.... less rain, more

wind,
cooler.
Nice, gray overcast all day long. I thought the fish should be a

little
more
active, although we were in a post-frontal condition. I think we

were
seeing
multiple fronts passing through. It may not have confused the

fish, but
it
sure threw me off.

My first bass of the day, another spot, came on the same

spinnerbait. I
took
it while moving up the dock under high trolling-motor speed, near

a
small
outcrop of rocks on an otherwise nondescript bank, between two
widely-separated laydowns. I believe the bass came out from the

shore to
hit
it. After that, we switched to white or baby bass and started

catching
two
more bass from rock shelves along the side of a deep cove off

Indian
Creek.
Working out way to the back, where water was shallow (about 15

feet
under
the boat at the tree tops), we flipped and cast around a half

dozen
laydowns, some blocking access to the shallowest section of the

cove.
That's
where Joe and I caught another seven keeper-size bass, all on

Drift
Sticks
and Senkos (or some other variant).

In the last hour, we ran back out toward the main lake, stopping

at the
mouth of Jones Branch -- a side cove just inside Indian Creek. We

tried
a
few more laydowns on the right side of the mouth with no luck.

With time
running out, we went across to a broken-rock rounded point

between two
nice
little pockets. We started at the left pocket, where we

immediately
started
getting hits on fast-moving Drift sticks, retrieved about two

feet down
in
a
walk-the-dog fashion. I got two strong hits, and Joe P. had

another. I
got
the first one up near the boat, close enough to see it was a big
smallmouth.
I suspect the others were as well. This is the place and the

retrieve
that
had been recommended to me, but foolishly I had not tried it

until the
very
end of the tournament. We ran out of time before it paid off for

us.

Saturday evening, two boats (Randy and Charles in one, Chris,

Dave, and
I
in
the other) went out with black lights and fluorescent lines for

some
nigh-fishing. Chris caught a nice 1-1/2 pound bass on a black

Senko,
rigged
weightless. Dave and I, too, tried it, and while I got a few

pecks and
one
solid "thump," in the hour we fished, we came up blank. I think

Randy
and
Charles caught another two. Had they not been laughing so hard

that
tears
obscured the trees lining the bank, they might have done even

better. As
it
was, they spent a lot of time retrieving their baits from

overhanging
limbs.

One other note.... Every bass I caught in three days was keeper

size.
All
were spots, with the exception of that big smallmouth.
--
Joe Haubenreich
www.secretweaponlures.com
First real spinnerbait change in 50 years!
_______________________

"Chris Rennert" wrote in message
...
Is there any way everyone can detail how they caught them without

giving
away the farm? Just curious how you guys worked through the

weather
situations?

Congratulations everyone, and I am glad to hear everybody had a

great
time.

chris





  #6  
Old May 2nd, 2005, 03:38 PM
alwaysfishking
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It concerned a bat and a zara spook and some night fishing involved, we
added a possible scenario of what might have happened if the situation did
not turn out the way it did, and that's when the gut busting laughter
started, My ribs hurt after that one


"Heavy" wrote in message
oups.com...

What story was that? Randy and Ken both tried to kill me on the way
back from dinner on Sat. night! I seriously thought I was going to
die, could catch my breath from laughing so hard! There was something
in there about a pack of hot dogs as well???
Sleep deprivation had to have played a part in that as well???

Heavy




Charles B. Summers wrote:
I swear... I can't even try to tell that story again without

laughing. Man,
you had me doubled over on the boat about to **** in my pants.



"alwaysfishking" wrote in message
...
That was a night I won't soon forget, we could not even cast we

were
laughing so hard, what a night


"Joe Haubenreich" rofbmail (at) secretweaponlures (dot) com wrote

in
message ...
OK.... more details:

Wednesday, prefishing: weather was moderate (in the mid-60's),

cloudy,
with
scattered drizzle, turning to rain after awhile. Dan and I fished
together,
and the only two fish we caught were before 11:00.

bass #1: 4 pound smallmouth, caught about 20 feet off a rocky

secondary
point near the head of Indian Creek, with the boat in about 30

feet of
water. I'd estimate the water was about 18 feet deep where the

fish hit
my
1/2-ounce Secret Weapon White Shiner with single, gold willowleaf

blade.
- bass #2: 1 pound Kentucky (spotted) bass. Same spinnerbait, but

I cast
it
across a 6-inch diameter laydown trunk in about 1 to 1-1/2 foot

of
water.
The bass trapped the lure against the far side of the log. I just

cinched
it
up tight against the log, trolled over, and lipped it.

In the afternoon, Steve and I ran back out for a couple hours to

try to
locate bass just inside main lake points. We did find several

nice spots
(KY
bass) that hit pearl flukes and a white Senko. The pig of a bass

I
caught
hit my pearl Driftwood Lures drift stick within a foot of the

rocky
shoreline. It must have been there trapping fry and other prey in

the
shallow water. I brought it out to the boat, but then it threw

the hook.
I
stopped reeling. The bass darted off about three feet, turned

back, and
then
started moving its head back and forth like a dog trying to pick

up a
scent.
It spotted my lure, and then attacked it again. A hit and miss.

On its
next
attempt, I finally got a good hookset and brought it into the

boat.

Next, we ran to a shallow cove where the Indian Creek Church Camp

covered
boat dock sits. There Steve connected with a 4-pound largemouth

while
flipping his white Senko willows, brush, and timber in no more

than one
foot
of water. We suspected the largemouth had already spawned,

judging by
the
condition of its tail. Might have been a big male; if on a bed,

we never
saw
it.

In fact, although I looked, I never saw the first bass bed all

weekend.
Smallmouth had already spawned out, we were advised, but we

should have
seen
some sign of largemouth and spot spawning beds.

Thursday: threatening, gray skies turned to rain and then

thunderstorms
for
several hours. The spinnerbait was non-productive before the

storms set
in.
Afterwards, Dan and I picked up a couple of bass using white,

plastic
stick
baits, rigged Texas-style, without weights. I cast them alongside

laydowns
and around brush and willows. Then Randy, the Outdoor Frontiers

cameraman,
joined us for an hour of fishing and another in the private dock.

With
camera rolling, we picked up another bass off a laydown... same

bait and
pattern as befo just cast it out, let it drift down, and kept

an eye
on
my line. Any tick or unusual movement indicated a pickup; I never

felt
the
hits... just pressure.

Friday: Partnered with Joe P. Same weather.... less rain, more

wind,
cooler.
Nice, gray overcast all day long. I thought the fish should be a

little
more
active, although we were in a post-frontal condition. I think we

were
seeing
multiple fronts passing through. It may not have confused the

fish, but
it
sure threw me off.

My first bass of the day, another spot, came on the same

spinnerbait. I
took
it while moving up the dock under high trolling-motor speed, near

a
small
outcrop of rocks on an otherwise nondescript bank, between two
widely-separated laydowns. I believe the bass came out from the

shore to
hit
it. After that, we switched to white or baby bass and started

catching
two
more bass from rock shelves along the side of a deep cove off

Indian
Creek.
Working out way to the back, where water was shallow (about 15

feet
under
the boat at the tree tops), we flipped and cast around a half

dozen
laydowns, some blocking access to the shallowest section of the

cove.
That's
where Joe and I caught another seven keeper-size bass, all on

Drift
Sticks
and Senkos (or some other variant).

In the last hour, we ran back out toward the main lake, stopping

at the
mouth of Jones Branch -- a side cove just inside Indian Creek. We

tried
a
few more laydowns on the right side of the mouth with no luck.

With time
running out, we went across to a broken-rock rounded point

between two
nice
little pockets. We started at the left pocket, where we

immediately
started
getting hits on fast-moving Drift sticks, retrieved about two

feet down
in
a
walk-the-dog fashion. I got two strong hits, and Joe P. had

another. I
got
the first one up near the boat, close enough to see it was a big
smallmouth.
I suspect the others were as well. This is the place and the

retrieve
that
had been recommended to me, but foolishly I had not tried it

until the
very
end of the tournament. We ran out of time before it paid off for

us.

Saturday evening, two boats (Randy and Charles in one, Chris,

Dave, and
I
in
the other) went out with black lights and fluorescent lines for

some
nigh-fishing. Chris caught a nice 1-1/2 pound bass on a black

Senko,
rigged
weightless. Dave and I, too, tried it, and while I got a few

pecks and
one
solid "thump," in the hour we fished, we came up blank. I think

Randy
and
Charles caught another two. Had they not been laughing so hard

that
tears
obscured the trees lining the bank, they might have done even

better. As
it
was, they spent a lot of time retrieving their baits from

overhanging
limbs.

One other note.... Every bass I caught in three days was keeper

size.
All
were spots, with the exception of that big smallmouth.
--
Joe Haubenreich
www.secretweaponlures.com
First real spinnerbait change in 50 years!
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"Chris Rennert" wrote in message
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Is there any way everyone can detail how they caught them without

giving
away the farm? Just curious how you guys worked through the

weather
situations?

Congratulations everyone, and I am glad to hear everybody had a

great
time.

chris







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Never heard that one, maybe in Wisconsin??? The Fat Bus Strippers was
enough to do me in! (some very sick individuals!)

Heavy

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I was trying to forget that story. Thanks buddy


"Heavy" wrote in message
ups.com...
Never heard that one, maybe in Wisconsin??? The Fat Bus Strippers was
enough to do me in! (some very sick individuals!)

Heavy



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Old May 3rd, 2005, 04:05 AM
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Here's how the fishing went for me...

Wednesday I arrived somewhere around 10:30am, checked into the cabin,
unloaded and left for the ramp to fish this first day alone. I wanted to try
out Warren's pattern by myself so the secret wouldn't be given up too early
in the game. I dropped the boat in the water, set the GPS, and headed about
15 miles up river to Hurricane Marina. There were a few laydowns in the
water, but all of the trees were out of the water since work on the dam had
the lake level lowered by at least 8 feet. I fished texas-rigged small
plastic around whatever wood I could find, with just a few bites. After
about an hour of fishing there, I went further up river to another spot that
Warren had shown me on the map. Once again, the water level ruled out this
area.

With the weather suppose to be changing every day of the tournament, I
decided that I'd better concentrate on finding areas closer to the launch.
High winds and rain is not my idea of fun when it comes to running the boat.
I concentrated on points, and sheltered areas from the wind. (It worked
before...) Finally, I decided that I'd had enough and headed to the cabin
for a shower and food.

Thursday I hooked up with Kevin. It was raining and cold. Fishing was
horrible. We tried some more points with no luck, tried bluffs with no luck,
tried the backs of creeks with no luck. Kevin did manage to pick up three
bass on a craw, but I was still skunked. When I had about as much rain as I
could stand... I pulled into a marina for a drink and bag of chips, just to
get warm. I talked to a guy in the store that had been out fishing, trying
to get a little advice. He'd been catching them on main lake points, 1~10
foot of water, on grubs. Gave that a try, and started getting a few hits but
no takers. Finally, we decided to try the pizza pattern and loaded the boat
on the trailer.

Friday, Randy and I partnered up. As the others boats went speeding out of
the marina at 7am, we shut off the motor and fished buzzbaits around the
gazebo where I picked up my first keeper bass on the third cast. We worked
to the end of the point without anything else. We took a ride up to Indian
Creek and fished the points there without anything happening. The weather
changes everything... so they say. Finally, we went further into the creek
where Randy picked up his first keeper. The next few hours were grueling,
and the thunder, lightning and rain was getting even worse. We beached the
boat for about fifteen minutes to let one thunderhead pass, then took refuge
inside a main point where Randy picked up another bass on a Senko. Once
again, the lightning was directly overhead, so we made a quick run to the
launch site to get away from it. We stayed there with Jerry for about
another 15 minutes, then went back to the cove where Randy caught his last
fish. I tied on a Senko and it was all over with. With the next two hours,
we had seven bass in the boat, all but one on Senkos. If someone would have
told me two weeks ago that we'd have taken 2nd place on the first day, I'd
probably have believed them. Randy and I are known for our second place
finishes, so what the hell? But, if you'd have told me that I'd be catching
the fish using Senko's... I would have had a great little laugh. I have
never caught a fish on a Senko in my life... and here we were plucking them
out of the water in a hurry. At 2:45, we headed in for the weigh-in.

Randy and I both figured that everyone else had had good days too. The rain
was sure to have put a damper on some people, and it had done it's fair
share on us. I was pleased to see people coming to the weigh-in station
carrying only two to three fish. Some quick calculations told us that we
stood a good chance. Only one limit was weighed in, and that was Sean
Barton. His partner had two more fish giving them a total of seven... the
same as Randy and I. When it was all said and done, we placed second behind
Sean and Drew. Randy and I were still in good standings too for the overall
positions, with him just a fraction behind me.

Morning two I was paired with Chris Schroeder, and knew that if I started
off at the dock this morning, Randy and Dave would wear us out in our honey
hole before we could get over there. We launched at just about the same time
and the race was on to get the best position at our cove. Dave, in his 200hp
Ranger went wide... real wide, out of the no-wake zone. I took advantage of
this and cut across his wake and went short. I figured that I had screwed up
when I stopped to turn around and retrieve my hat that had blown off, but
fortunately... the same thing had happened to Randy. Chris and I took the
best position and dropped the trolling motor.

The bass still had a taste for Senkos, and I put two fish in the boat rather
quickly. Chris followed along and added a third fish to our weight. By 8am,
I had lost a much nicer bass and added one more fish to the livewell. All of
these fish were caught behind another boat that was fishing the same cove.
Randy and Dave met us about halfway around the bank since they had started
on the other end, but had zero fish. It wasn't long before Randy picked out
a few that I had missed. For the rest of the day, our fish shut down. Chris
and I tried several other areas that resembled our cove, but nothing was
happening for us. We met a few others that were having a good day, so we
held on to hope. Unfortunately, our day was over by 8:30.

The results are posted on the Mid-Tenn Classic web-site
(www.midtennclassic.org) and I'm awaiting pictures. I personally had a great
time and was pleased to see a few new faces there. Hopefully we didn't run
anyone off and they'll come join us again.


"Chris Rennert" wrote in message
...
Is there any way everyone can detail how they caught them without giving
away the farm? Just curious how you guys worked through the weather
situations?

Congratulations everyone, and I am glad to hear everybody had a great
time.

chris




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Old May 4th, 2005, 10:44 PM
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Skunked on day one,but on day 2 Ken & boated 4 fish each, with my 4 all
comming on the Chompers pumpkinseed worm with the chartreuse tip. Ken
caught his on the small Brush Hog also in pumpkinseed. All the fish I
caught over the 4 days were on this bait except for the bluegill I
snagged while trying a Silver Buddy.

 




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