. Still had trouble getting them to eat. I was up front and said, "look right in front of me". Nice little red not 15 feet from the boat, oblivious to us right beside him. I tossed a little topwater about 3 feet from him and he turned...I let it sit...he tried to be sneaky and crept up behind it and stopped. I gave it the smallest twitch I could and he absolutely destroyed it. One of the best bites I've every seen. He put up a little fight and I hauled him aboard.
Nice 25 incher. Thought that was a sign of things to come but the fish stayed spooky. I landed one more 20 incher. John had a nice one straighten a hook on him. I don't know where he finds those crappy hooks.
We decided we maybe should try to find some trout for the tournament. We mosey around and continue to see a few fish, all very spooky. A few trout, mostly reds. John gets his lure sucked off the top by a nice one and he pulls this 20 incher in the boat. Thing looked like a football he was so fat.
Drifted a little while longer and decided it was time to head home. Did note that the water temp changed from 53 in the moring to over 60 when we left. Saw a ton of fish. Wish we could have hooked a few more but I'll take it anytime.
