goodfishin
05-09-2013, 01:24 PM
Posted a few days ago about doing a little test on two different lakes of just about every color and size Senko you can find within a three Dick's Sporting Goods radius. That first time out, I tossed an array of colors that would have made Walt Disney nauseous and got nary a bite on anything but a solid black finesse-like worm.
In the ensuing convo, Lard Almighty rightly pointed out that the result may have had more to do with the action than the color. Makes perfect sense. Still, just to see what would happen, I popped back by one of the lakes on Mon (long before the bad weather started to roll in on Tues).
Rigged the winning worm from the prior day on and hooked a dink largie on the first cast - despite forgetting to open the bail on my spinning reel and thus shanking the cast to barely five feet away from me! Then threw on color after color and got hits on nearly every single one. Go figure. Had a particularly fun time coaxing the one in the picture out from underneath a log after I was sure I was tied off and doomed.
So, I just to sum up what we all already know... some days LMBs are picky sons of bitches; other days, they'd eat a sparkplug if it wiggled, swam or floated by their noses - and boy, those days are fun.
Mike
In the ensuing convo, Lard Almighty rightly pointed out that the result may have had more to do with the action than the color. Makes perfect sense. Still, just to see what would happen, I popped back by one of the lakes on Mon (long before the bad weather started to roll in on Tues).
Rigged the winning worm from the prior day on and hooked a dink largie on the first cast - despite forgetting to open the bail on my spinning reel and thus shanking the cast to barely five feet away from me! Then threw on color after color and got hits on nearly every single one. Go figure. Had a particularly fun time coaxing the one in the picture out from underneath a log after I was sure I was tied off and doomed.
So, I just to sum up what we all already know... some days LMBs are picky sons of bitches; other days, they'd eat a sparkplug if it wiggled, swam or floated by their noses - and boy, those days are fun.
Mike