Timing is everything. And as of late, my struggles to get that timing right have resulted in me being stood up on my last 4 dates with Big Red Drum. The Eastern Shore can be so unforgiving to some, but my persistence will be rewarded... eventually.
This weekend, between bleach, caulk, birthdays, leafy gutters, weeds, and mommy-daddy time, I found a couple of hours to look for smallmouth bass on the near by James River.
I muttered profanities at the wind on several occasions, but the elation of connecting with quality smallmouth overshadowed that quickly.
In two and a half hours I managed 6 smallies.
19.25", 19", 16", 15", 13", 12"
All on a white/chartreuse spinnerbait tossed around current breaks.