Tacoronte vacates the ledge and cranks a nearby boathouse with the chartreuse 1.5. “Hopefully, this’ll catch that one big, stupid 9-pounder that’s moved up shallow.”
He cranks a chunk rock bank with the 1.5. No luck here, either.
Tacoronte ties on a white 1/2-ounce Norris bladed jig with a matching swimbait trailer. “I picked up several of these baits in Japan a few years ago and have caught a ton of bass on them. You can’t find them here in the U.S.” He retrieves the vibrating bait parallel to a seawall.
Tacoronte has fished his way into a shallow cove with the bladed jig. What’s his take on the day so far? “Cold-front conditions and that big old March moon [are] keeping the bass offshore and inactive. It’s warming up a bit, however, and I’m expecting the bite to improve this afternoon, hopefully before my time runs out. I’m not giving up yet on throwing moving baits to shallow cover because the first fish to move to the banks in early spring are often the biggest, and I could tie into a giant. Another iffy factor is the sunlight: These fish have gotten accustomed to week after week of cloudy, rainy weather, and this bright sun may actually be knocking them down rather than perking them up.”
Tacoronte catches his first bass of the day, a 10-inch largemouth, off a seawall on the bladed jig. “At last! Some feedback!”
Tacoronte has fished his way toward the mouth of the cove with the bladed jig. He cranks his outboard and idles toward a long rock point while downing a sandwich.
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11 a.m. Tacoronte hops and drags the Ned worm across the point. “Same deal here as on that ledge — I’m seeing scores of bass suspended in deep water.”
11:08 a.m. He tries the big swimbait on the point. Again, no takers.
11:14 a.m. Tacoronte moves to a rocky shoreline and tries the bladed jig.
11:16 a.m. The bladed jig wedges between deep rocks. Tacoronte struggles to free it but finally breaks off the lure. “Crap, I’ve only got a couple of those left and I’d have to fly back to Japan to find some more!” He replaces it with a white Bass Pro Shops bladed jig/trailer. “This’ll have to do for now.”
11:25 a.m. Tacoronte continues down the rocky bank. An east wind is now compounding the bass’ inactivity. “I really hate fishing a shaky head worm, but I may have to.”
11:33 a.m. Tacoronte races uplake to a long mud point and drags the football jig across the structure.