Got to Powell Wensday, on the 25th, it blew the whole time I was there, but with all the sadness going on, it was still a great time just getting away. There is nothing like fishing to clear the mind of the thing's going on.
Ok, enough of that. I got there by myself, and started fishing around 10 am. there were fish coming up everywhere, at first I thought they were Striper. And I'm sure some were, but then I started seeing them. And the most of them were Big Gizzard Shad, 3 to 4 lbs easy. So that was enough of throwing for those.
I started fishing for what I came for, and that was Crappie. I used a white 1/16 oz fish head jig, with a limetreuse Yum grub, tipped with a chub minnow. And slow trolled or drifted when the wind gusted to hard to controll the boat. I caught a limit of nice Crappie, but they were slow, and the bite was real picky. But sometime when you have to work hard for them, it is rewarding.
My friend's Jerry and Sue, James, William, and there friend Dillon, got there at 5 pm, the fishing had picked up for them latter that evening. The boy's fished from the bank, and caught a variety of fish, Small and largemouth bass, Walleye and Crappie, throwing crank's, and jig"s. I took Jerry and Sue out and we trolled for Crappie. It was a great time even in the wind.
Have a good one.
KyKevin