Blaylock shoots a cast toward the channel bank, and his One Knocker ends up tangled in a tree branch. “What, you mean bass don’t live in trees?!” He moves to the bank to retrieve the lure.
Blaylock catches an orange-bellied perch on the lipless crank. “Wow, this shows me something, because bass love to eat perch!” He locates a gold and orange Smithwick Rogue jerkbait, adds a couple of Storm SuspenDots (weighted tape) to the lure to get it slightly deeper and casts it to the channel bank. “They ought to crush this perch-colored Rogue.”
No takers yet on the perch jerk, so Blaylock tries a shad-color 3.5-inch Yum Pulse swimbait on a short clay point. “This cold front has these fish in a real tentative mood; I can see them following the lure, then turning away from it on my electronics.”
Blaylock is moving downlake, casting the One Knocker to the bank.
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10:11 a.m. Blaylock hits a main-lake point with the perch Rogue and swimbait.
10:14 a.m. He moves into a cove and tries the jerkbait on a seawall.
10:18 a.m. Blaylock ties on a 1/2-ounce brown and chartreuse homemade jig with a matching Yum trailer and pitches it to a dock. “There’s a beaver dam under the walkway to this dock. Should be a bass there if it’s deep enough.”
10:22 a.m. Blaylock gets two bites on consecutive casts off the beaver dam but no hookups. “Felt like a bluegill.”
10:28 a.m. Blaylock vacates the cove and reassesses his options. What’s his take on the day so far? “With the amount of rain they’ve had in this area lately, the intense cloud cover and the incoming cold front, I’m not surprised the bite has been really slow. We’re experiencing the perfect storm of bad conditions, and it’s got these fish knocked for a loop. If I can get a few good bites, I should be able to figure out a pattern and run with it, but until I get better feedback from the fish, I’ll have to keep trying different lures and places. This lake has a lot of shallow flats and coves, and I need to focus on areas in or close to deeper water.”
10:36 a.m. Blaylock continues downlake, probing a series of seawalls and docks with the lipless crankbait.
10:42 a.m. Waves are slapping against the seawall as Blaylock tries the brown and chartreuse jig. “Man that wind is cold! I can’t even feel my fingers.”