Ike matches the hatch to catch more bass

It was really a hopeless situation, a matter-of-time kinda deal — at least for the baitfish. During a morning on the Upper Mississippi River’s Pool 4, Mike Iaconelli located a baitfish death trap, and the raw violence unfolding before our eyes told us that we were clearly late to the party.

In the notch between the river and a side channel, a shallow cove held a cup-shaped bar with scattered wood, lots of narrow river grass and current sneaking over top. The flowing water had jammed an absolute pile of tiny baitifsh into what Iaconelli called a saddle — basically a cul-de-sac into which the 1- to 2-inch forage had become trapped.