Those two questions were asked recently in the comment section of this blog.
The answer to the what would be . . .
Twenty-five of these beauties. Now, don’t go getting all excited that we found them all in one spot, because we did not catch them all in one spot. And don’t go getting all upset because I didn’t tell everyone we caught a few trout. I’m hoping that report is coming soon enough. It took us about four hours of trolling, hard fishing, culling through white trout and juvies to come up with one limit of keepers.
And the where? Well, I would not be a really good fishing buddy if I told you all of Choupiquer’s secret spots, now would I? I will tell you this, a friend of his named this spot “Sleepy Reef”, but I’m sorry to tell you that you won’t find that name on any map. Besides, he blindfolded me coming and going!
I fished the grass beds for four hours, where just days before, my friends had caught a limit (25) of trout in the grass beds. I fished every which way: Tight line, slow retrieve on bottom, bouncing the bait off the bottom, under a popping cork; glow bait with chartreuse tail, purple bait with chartreuse tail, solid blue moon, avocado green sparkle beetle with red flecks, black cocoho with yellow tail; white jig head, red jig head, lead jig head.
The only two fish I caught were close to the bank (not in the grass beds) and just a half-inch too short to hit the ice chest.
Finally, I called my friend who had successfully pulled trout out of there days before:
Me: Well, Boudreaux, I’m swallowing my pride. Please tell me HOW y’all caught those fish in these grass beds.
Boudreaux: Well, we tried everything but it came down to this. We used a light jig head, about 1/8 oz., then put a short grub-type plastic bait with a curly tail. Cast it out there, and kept it high in the water column, so it didn’t get tangled in that grass. The trout would just come up and SLAM it.
Me: Okay, Boudreaux, thanks a bunch.
Boudreaux: Hey, is the wind blowing? Because you know that wind ain’t your friend out there. It was calm the day we caught those fish.
Me: Yes, the wind is blowing, but I have to try anyway.
Boudreaux: Well, good luck anyway! Hope you catch ’em!
Me: Thanks again.
Two more hours of hard fishing later, I still had nothing in the boat. Nothing. A big fat Z-E-R-O. It was the wind. It was not the fisherwoman. I threw everything at those fish but the kitchen sink.
I packed up my gear, and my aching back and headed to the house.
Did you ever notice that your back only hurts while fishing when you’re NOT catching fish?
Skunked but not defeated,