Bassmaster Elite Series pro Cliff Crochet described the prespawn zone as those major stopping points bass utilize before heading into their spawning areas. It’s difficult, he said, to define a specific depth because the range varies by location and habitat.[…]
When late-season cold fronts put prespawners in a foul mood, just remember that, despite the interruptive nature of a temperature drop and the dreaded bluebird post-front day, the fish still want to eat.[…]
Childbirth is one of life’s most-amazing moments.
But if you’ve ever been around a lady who’s closing in on D-day, you know you can count on a couple of behavioral points: moodiness and accelerated appetite.[…]
Drive or ride in any bass boat above the Tropic of Cancer late in December, particularly in coastal Louisiana’s semi-tropical region, and there still is a reasonable chance you’ll feel like you’ve gotten frost bite when attempting to catch a bass. […]
After a recent draining to combat the giant salvinia infesting the lake, Lake Bistineau is finally filling up again. And anglers are returning to fish the lake as the water rises and their favorite areas are once again becoming accessible.[…]
Increase your chances of pushing those pensive fish over the edge with these three bait enhancement tricks.[…]
One of my platoon sergeants when I was in the Army stood maybe 5 1/2 feet tall after putting on his boots. At first glance, there wasn’t much to this fellow, a Fiat on a freeway full of Ford trucks.
However, it didn’t take me long to learn that there was more to this man than met the eye after he picked me up from my initial processing into my new assignment at Baumholder, Germany.
Little dog syndrome, little man syndrome — whatever you want to call it, my new boss for two years had it. Whatever he was lacking in size, he tried to cover up by physically asserting his presence, and he was good at it.[…]
After releasing his third bass of the morning, Matthew Hymel wondered aloud if I had learned my lesson yet. Although we had met for the first time only two hours earlier, he was starting to get a sense of just how hard-headed I can be.[…]
It didn’t take five minutes to get the first bite.
The jig was pitched to a cypress tree in the dead-end canal, and the angler’s line moved about 6 inches to the side.[…]
Roger Boler’s lure split the water beside the cypress tree soundlessly, barely making a ripple.[…]