Tuesday found two old, retired Sherman fire fighters hunting ghosts. After our day last week of bagging big bass, we decided to try to fish together one day a week. Tuesday we were in Charlie’s boat again. We can go fishing one day each week in his boat for a month and not use as much gas as my glutton does in one trip, depending on how much I run.
It was a perfect morning for hunting ghosts — a very light, cool breeze was blowing and there was a little cloud cover. Both of these usually bring out the Green Ghost. We started early and headed for the spot we caught those fish at last week. This time the bass were a no show.
Moving on to the back of Little Mineral, we began to see topwater schooling of small stripers. As we got back in the coves, we started seeing mats of what we at first thought were dead little fry. Turned out they were mayflies — I mean there were mats of them floating. This stopping and fishing was also a wash out.
Moving into a big cove, we saw fish exploding on top way back in the brush and grass. We ran to them as quick as we could and cut the motor. We could see bass, not stripers, feeding on top around brush and in the grass. When we made our way to where the fish had been but was nothing moving. We fished the area but no hits, runs or errors. On the off chance they were stripers I tossed my striper slayer everywhere; no fish of either kind.
Then about halfway out of the cove the ghosts showed up again in the grass and trees. By the time we got there they were gone again. After wearing that area out with nothing to show, at the mouth of the cove around and in a new tree that had fallen off the bank, one of the ghosts made the mistake of biting. It got off but not before we saw it was a bass. Those Green Ghosts were just like in the movies: you would see them but when you got there they were gone. I think they had been hanging around with stripers and picked up their bad habits.
Having had no luck to speak of in the back of the coves we had been in, I suggested we fish the main lake banks as the high water made a lot of new places to fish and the east bank was still shady. We didn’t see the ghosts surfacing again. Now I was in the back of the boat again, just like last week when Charlie started to put a whipping on me. He caught a two-pound bass on a YUM, Blue Back Houdini Shad. I was snake bit; I had a good fish on and it got off. Charlie caught another four-pound bass on the Houdini Shad and I netted it for him. He switched to a Chartreuse gold Glitter Houdini Shad on his swim bait. He was fishing it slow and methodical. I was still fishless; then I had another nice bass I never felt the bite. The big fish had my bait and was swimming toward the boat, I never felt him or set the hook. I watched as he turned with my YUM White Pulse in his mouth opened his jaws and it came out.
We continued on down the bank and Charlie caught another good bass on the Chartreuse YUM Houdini Shad. I still hadn’t caught a fish and put it in the boat. All at once Charlie set the hook and said, “Get the net.” I leaped off the back deck, dug the net out from under a rod and reel store and got it in the water. All at once a monster bass came to the top and tail-walked across the surface. Anyone who has ever had a big bass on can relate to how excited you get as it heaves its big bulk out of the water. The bass was going where he wanted, Charlie was giving me directions on how to use the net. Finally, I netted his bass. He went for his scale and it was not working. I have pictures of the bass as Charlie holds it. We guessed it on the other side of seven pounds. It was for sure bigger than my six-pounder I caught last week. We fished a while longer and at 11 a.m. we went in. I never put a fish in the boat. Charlie fishes a little different from me. I think I’m going to have him teach me. As to weight, number and size he has me beat for the second trip in a row.
The lake is going down slowly and there are still a lot of floating limbs and trees and those white balls just under the water. If you can go fishing it’s time. If you don’t have a boat and just want to catch fish to eat call any of the striper guides. Call the Lighthouse or Little Mineral Marina. They can hook you up with one. My son-in-law, John Blasingame of Adventure Texoma Outdoors, is already booked for this month but you might give him or any others a call. The thing that makes Texoma such a fishing magnet is if the guide you want is busy, he can probably hook you up with another one. A trip with a good guide can be a life time event if you aren’t a fishing person.