Tuesday night my friend Rickey Toth called. I had asked him Monday if he could go fishing Wednesday and he said yes, probably; he makes great decisions. When you haven’t been used to getting up at 4:30 a.m. for a long time it takes a little more effort to get out of bed. We got a new mattress and it and I have become best friends.

Tuesday night my friend Rickey Toth called. I had asked him Monday if he could go fishing Wednesday and he said yes, probably; he makes great decisions. When you haven’t been used to getting up at 4:30 a.m. for a long time it takes a little more effort to get out of bed. We got a new mattress and it and I have become best friends.


I was to pick Rick up at 5:30 a.m. Gulping down three cups of coffee I went out to hook up my boat. I had loaded my ice chest the night before and just had to dump in ice.


My boat didn’t like the idea at all of leaving the garage. Stopping for one more cup of coffee, I headed out sipping on it. After picking up Rick we were off. We didn’t go to Texoma as it is still high and messed up. It was breaking light in the east as we drove.


Hitting Highway 75 we headed north. I hadn’t been to this lake in a good while but I had it from a friend that it was prime and they were catching bass out of the flooded weeds. About an hour later I was driving down the new road they had built to get you to the lake.


I was looking for the sign that used to tell you when to turn. It all looked different and no signs up I missed my turn. Finally, after living dangerously, we turned around while dodging rock haulers and with both of us looking we drove by it again. Making a U-turn I made it back to Hwy. 48 — there was no signs anywhere to help us out.


After a short drive we turned and made our way down to the boat ramp. We were the only boat there. The lake was full and we could see fish breaking here and there.


Our first stop saw us throwing Booyah Pad Crashers and Booyah Buzz baits. In almost no time I missed one. Later a chunky, maybe keeper bass, sucked my Buzz Bait down. I was slowly moving it just breaking water when it disappeared. I set the hook and played with the first bass I had caught in a while. Releasing it we kept fishing. I got another bite, set the hook, and the fish was gone.


Moving to the back of the lake we started fishing acres of weeds. Rick got a decent blow up and had fish for a couple of cranks before it got off. Not long afterward throwing a four-inch Green Pumpkin Houdini worm on a Texas rig I caught another bass and let it go. We went through a dry spell for a while with only a bite now and then but they were either small or just not interested and we missed them all.


Leaving the shallow water we went Carolina Rigging in 15-to-28 feet of water, with only a couple of bites. We sat through several rain events and looked like drowned rats.


Rick had listened to the local weather forecast and believed it so he left his rain suit at home. The rain was not supposed to fall. It fell a lot. I had a rain suit but Rick didn’t.


I toughed it out for a while before I caved and got my top out. We fished several more areas but as it got later in the morning the rain and bite stopped. Leaving Lake Durant and being hungry, we made it to Calera and stopped to eat.


It was a great day despite the rain, uncooperative fish and a meal that left a lot to be desired. We gave each other a hard time laughing all the while.


There are lakes around to fish — you just have to look for them. The day was fun so if you get the chance, get on the water. You have to look for a spot on Texoma to launch but there are a few.