Then Came the Rains

It was 10 years ago that Lisa and I purchased our property on the lake as a 10-year anniversary gift and investment property. When we first looked at this property, it had been on the market but there we no takers after the 3-month listing. It needed a lot of work on the inside and the dock was on dry ground because the lake levels were down around 10-11 feet lower than full pool. Some of the shallower water property values around the lake were dropping because of the low lake levels. I myself was skeptical but we purchased the property with the understanding that it would be an investment. It seemed like just a few days after our closing, then came the rains. It rained and rained that first year and our dock never saw dry ground again for years. Since then, I’ve learned the lake levels always trend one way or another but we’re heading into a period that levels usually trend upward, and I would look for the lake to be on the rise over the next few months. When lake Levels rise, fish will forage the newly submerged shoreline on the warmer sunny days so hopefully it will be a good winter for the shallow meat-eaters.

This week I was able to get out a couple of days, but I had to alter the game plan due to the rise in lake levels over Christmas day and into Tuesday. The back of the creek looks like my Carmel Macchiato coffee right now and that definitely throws off the bite in the back of the creek. I cringe every time the water gets this discolored because ultimately, it’s just more silt coming into the creek and over time silt can turn a body of water into a marshy pit. Construction near the creek is a big culprit and a lot of the silt can come from washed out construction areas during heavy rains. It’s an ongoing problem on the lake but it’s hard to stop the runoff during very heavy rains. Usually when the water gets stained like this it’s hard to get the fish to bite. I’m not sure if it’s the fact that they just can’t see the bait or they just don’t want to bite. There are still fish in the area but for the most part they are rather inactive or disinterested in whatever I’m throwing. For that reason, I choose to find the cleaner water areas that don’t have the run-off that the back of the creek has.

I was able to get out mid-morning on Wednesday and I spent 4-5 hour in the creek. I checked the shallow shaky head bite and didn’t really like the way that was going, plus the sun was behind the clouds most of the day which kinda negates the shallow rock bite. Luckily, while trying to put a pattern together in the early afternoon I saw 2 loons hanging out in a cove about the size of a football field. I noticed that the loons had 3 gulls circling above and sometimes the gulls would dive bomb the water’s surface around the loons. I could see that the gulls were successful and coming away from their dive with a bait most times, so that told me that there was bait present around the loons. As I watched, I saw some big swirls and splashes that were not coming from the loons or the gulls, and I knew the bite was on back in the cove. I abandoned the shallow rocks and made my way to the cove, picking up the little 2.8 Keitech swimbait on a 1/4-ounce Greenfish “Bad Little Shad” Albino colored swimbait head. I had the bait tied onto 20lb Cast Co. braid and a 6-foot leader of 8lb fluorocarbon. I can cast the Cast Co. 20lb braid a mile even with the lighter finesse baits and the longer cast comes in handy when you want to cover a lot of area per cast. To be honest, the swimbait bite is a lot easier on my shoulder than jerking on the spoon all day in a ditch.

As I eased into the mouth of the cove, I started marking fish under the boat at 21 feet and I started making casts up shallower with the little swimbait. I could see swirls that the fish were making around the loons here and there and shortly after my little swimbait found the bottom on my first cast right down the middle of the cove, a nice 4lber found my little swimbait. The trick is to keep just a little tension on your line at all times because when these bass hit the little swimbait it can be very subtle, or very noticeable. It can feel like your retrieve just got a little heavier or it can feel like a very pronounced pop. After landing the 4lb fish I very quickly readied my bait for the next cast. I could see some larger fish coming up in the shallower areas along the shoreline and I thought that a few of the bigger ones could have been stripers or very large bass. I worked my way towards the back trying not to disturb the feeding bass and birds and for the next couple hours I caught fish in the cove just going back and forth from about 25 feet up to around 5 feet of depth. The loons were working bait very shallow, and the bass were right there with the loons, but it was hard to catch them very shallow with the swimbait. Most of the fish came from a depth of 10-20 feet with a mix of smaller fish here and there. I ended the day shortly after 3pm and headed for the dock. I caught around 8-10 fish total with a few nicer fish in the mix. Lots of fun in shallower water with the finesse tackle. Here’s a couple pictures from the afternoon fun.

Thursday morning, I wanted to get out a little earlier than the previous morning, so I left the house around 8am going right back out where I left off the afternoon before. I wondered if the group of fish I found the day before had spent the night in the cove or moved on from where I had left them. One thing that I think was very significant about this area is that the cove was very near deeper water. By deeper, I mean water in the 40–50-foot depth very near the mouth of the cove. I believe the fish moved back and forth from the deeper water to the shallower water depending on the conditions and to prove my theory I started marking fish in the 35–40-foot depth early in the morning and the fish were scattered, lying motionless on the bottom up to about 20 feet in depth. There was no bait or loons in the area and the fish were just shut down for the most part. I could bounce the little swimait off their head underneath the boat in the shallower areas and they would just swim away from the swimbait like it was an annoyance to them. Finally, after a dozen worthless casts my first taker of the morning popped the swimbait at around 20 feet in depth. It was a nice keeper in the 3lb range to kick off the morning. I saw a swirl on the surface not far from the boat and I threw the little swimbait right where the swirl appeared and let the swimbait sink. Nothing hit the swimbait and just as I was giving up on the cast very near the boat a bigger fish whacked the little swimbait on the retrieve. Best fish of the day came from the bass pictured below chasing down the swimbait very near the boat.

After just a few fish to show for the shallow bite, I elected to go back out and work on the deeper fish in the 30–40-foot depths and that’s where I found the most active fish. It wasn’t much in the deeper depths but every once in a while, just fan casting around the mouth of the cove in the 30-40 depths produced a good fish. The key to getting the fish to react was to drag the bait very very slowly. This is “Three Toed Sloth Season” which means to slow your presentation down, whatever that presentation might be. There may be a few exceptions in certain circumstances where a faster moving bait may create a reaction strike in certain areas but my focus was on the sure thing and there were enough fish around the area that I didn’t leave for the 4-5 hours I was out. It was in the sun, not much wind to fool with, and the occasional fish fell for the little swimbait on light tackle. What’s not to like about that? I ended my day in the early afternoon hours with 7-8 decent fish for the trip. Here’s a few more from my day.

The lake levels continue to rise, and we are sitting at 6.61 feet below full pool right now. The back of the creek is very stained and water temps are in the lower 50’s right now out in the creek. This time of year, it’s a good idea to watch your surroundings and if you see loons and gulls working around shallower areas there’s a good bet the bass could be working beneath and around them. It’s always worth a look.

The Biscuit Run Fish

Every once in a while, usually after a trip to the sauna very early in the morning, I make a biscuit run out in town. (Ha ha, like we live in the country…) One of the main reasons I make a biscuit run, besides the delicious biscuits that the various gas station deli’s offer, is the little tackle store on Buford Dam Road. The Buford Dam Bait and Tackle usually satisfies my craving for purchasing tackle and a nearby gas station satisfies my craving for a gas station biscuit and a can of Red Bull. All of which can be bad for me, but I pretty much live by the motto “if it’s worth doing, it’s worth overdoing”. That’s probably how I came down with the Man Flu 10 days ago, out fishing in the cold rain….

This week my fishing report is pretty simple since I only fished one day, which was yesterday. I’m recovering from a nasty sinus infection and all the other stuff that comes with the debilitating Man Flu. I hadn’t been on the water for 10 days and yesterday I finally felt like fishing again. I gotta say that I’m truly blessed to be able to fish such an awesome fishery here at Lanier. The first place I went yesterday was the last place I fished before I got sick and it was like the fish were there waiting on my return. If you read my last report, I described a location I call “the Spa” and it was pretty much the last area I fished before coming down with the flu. The Spa is the first place I went yesterday, and I spent well over two hours fishing a ledge and a point that held some bigger fish. Now that I have sonar again, I was watching my sonar as I idled into the area that was around 40 feet deep and sure enough, right when I hit the sweet spot the graph started sounding suspended fish under the boat. I saw a small group of maybe a half dozen nice thick returns and I thought they might be stripers because the area I was idling over was actually the very end of a point in 35-40 feet of water. I had purchased a couple Flex-it spoons on my biscuit run and I had one tied on my big 7’6″ St. Croix MH Triumph and Penn Fierce 2500. Once I got past the fish I made a mental note of where the were and I dropped the trolling motor to target the marks I saw on the sonar. I got into position and made a long bombing cast with the Flex-it spoon out on the end of the point where I had marked the fish. I let the spoon flutter to the bottom in a controlled drop and when I saw the line go slack, I made my first long pull, making the spoon jump off the bottom and flutter back down. I was mildly surprised when I felt a quick pop on the spoon after just a couple of pulls, and I reeled down on a fighting fish. It was good sized, and I thought it might be a striper out of a small group sitting out on the end of the point. The fish ran towards the boat, and I got a quick glimpse when it got to the boat, it was a nice 4+ spot and probably my biggest of the day. The fish peeled some drag off that Penn reel and that stout St Croix Triumph rod man-handled the fish to the boat perfectly. Here’s a picture of the fish, my first fish in 10 days. It was a good one!

When I brought the fish in, I noticed on the sonar that several other fish came with it, so I quickly unbuttoned the first fish and dropped the spoon straight down under the boat. I watched the group that came with the caught fish chase the spoon down to the bottom, and as soon as I lifted the spoon, the rod loaded up with another fish, only this one was from a vertical presentation. I kinda figured out that these fish hadn’t been messed with much because they were not boat-shy at all and I spent the next 3 hours fishing a small stretch on ledge and a point. Every once in a while, I’d mark a small group of fish moving around under the boat and every once in a while, I’d catch one casting the spoon or throwing the shaky head in the same general area. I think all of my fish, with the exception of the last fish came from 30-40 deep water and the fish were generally oriented to the outer areas of a point. Here’s a few pictures of the bigger fish from the Spa yesterday.

I probably could have finished my day there at the Spa, but I wanted to run one more little stretch of secondary points in the creek that faced the southwest. There is a stretch of 3-4 points that are in the sun for most of the day and by mid-afternoon the fish are cruising these areas of shallower water, but very near deeper water. I ran the whole stretch of points in the last hour of my trip and in the last few minutes, probably my last cast on the last point I caught my last fish of the day, and it was a good one to end the day with. I caught it on my favorite shaky head rig.

I would say that 3 of my biggest fish, including the biggest yesterday came from the Flex-it spoon pictured above and the other two big ones came from throwing my shaky head rig into 30-40 depths out on the ends of points. Same with the spoon. Water temps were 52 in the morning and 54 in the afternoon. Water levels on the lake are dropping again and a little over 8 feet below full pool.

Location, Location, Location!

That’s what it all boiled down to this week. I can honestly say that about 95% of my fish came from an areas not much larger than a football field this week. It was just a matter of locating the school and figuring out what they wanted to eat. The menu this week consisted of a succulent little shiny silver spoon, a fat stubby looking worm crawling across the bottom and slathered in stink juice, or a delicious little Keitech Damiki rig, hopped across the bottom to mimic an unsuspecting little shad. That little triple threat buffet provided me with some well needed excitement for the week and I finally got a working sonar this week after going without sonar for a couple months. My week started on Tuesday, and I basically worked over a mega school all week.

If you’ve known me very long and had the pleasure of fishing with me for any length of time, you would probably know that I name different areas that I frequent in the creek. For example, there is a ditch called “Kenny Bunkport”, a name we gave to an upper-class area where the owners made sure we knew that the area was catch and release only. They were a bit snooty with their Polo shirts and sweaters draped over their shoulders like something out of the Hamptons and Lisa and I got a big kick out of that. There is also a magical place in the creek I call “The Horseshoe” because someone placed brush on a deep flat in a horseshoe shape and it is the perfect trap for bait drifting into the horseshoe when the wind is out of the east. There is another area of the creek I call “The Spa”. It’s always been a place where fish congregate in the winter, spending days unmolested by anglers and all it takes is a little wind out of the north or west to get the bait moving. The place is very unsuspecting and to this day I can’t figure out what the attraction is, but they congregate in this area every year in big numbers. It’s like they go there to chill, and you’d never know they were there unless you woke them up or you hit it when they were feeding. Sometimes it’s like raising the dead on a calm day, but once you start pulling schools off the bottom it’s on and fish start moving everywhere.

This week I hit the Spa for the first time this year and the fish were stacked in the area. I had the perfect west wind on Tuesday and as soon as I idled into the spa, I started marking bait and fish. The area is 30-40 foot deep flat close to a creek swing and not a lot of structure in the area, just a deep flat that holds fish. As soon as I marked a good group of fish under the boat, I laid my first waypoint down on my new Humminbird Helix and sat down on the waypoint with Spot Lock. I pulled out the 1/2-ounce silver War Eagle spoon and started fan casting. The first few casts were uneventful, and I started wondering if the fish were going hit the spoon. Not long after that I got my first fish and as I got the fish to the boat, I noticed on my graph that several other fish came with the caught fish. After dropping the first fish in the livewell I just dropped the spoon straight down under the boat to the bottom where a few of the fish from the group were still lingering. I immediately caught another from under the boat while jigging the spoon up and down on the bottom. I took care of that fish and made a long bomb cast with the spoon, letting it sink all the way to the bottom before starting long hops on the bottom with the spoon. Once again, I felt another fish pop the spoon on a controlled fall and I boated another. This went on for a good 2 hours and in that time period I caught and released well over 20 fish, most coming from the spoon and a couple from the Damiki. Here’s a few pictures from the Spa on Tuesday. These were all what I call the “Keto” bass because they are on a strict diet of little shad and smaller bluebacks drifting around over the deeper water.

On Wednesday a cold front had pushed through overnight, and it was very cold and windy in the morning. I made a quick circle through the creek but with post front conditions it was slow, and it didn’t take long till I was back at the house. I only took a couple pics on Wednesday after catching a handful of fish in a 2-hour trip. We also recorded the second episode of the Friday Fish Fry podcast and I put a link to the podcast below the pictures.

On Thursday I was back at it, mid-morning with spoon in hand and ready to do battle again at The Spa. The wind was back out of the west but not a lot of wind, just enough to keep the bait moving out on the flat. If the bait was there, the fish would be there. As it turned out the bait had moved and The Spa was just about empty. I did manage one bright spot when a beefy 3.5lber sucked in my little Damiki rig on a long cast, hoping it on the bottom. There are about 3 different ways I like to use the Damiki this time of year, first is vertical, straight down under the boat till it hits the bottom and then long, slow controlled pulls, up and down. Second is casting it in the center of a ditch and letting it sink to the bottom, followed by long slow pulls across the bottom with the rod tip down and no slack in the line, stopping it very frequently. The third is casting it, letting it sink to the bottom and then making small hops across the bottom with the rod tip up so the Damiki will jump up a foot or so. On Thursday the fish reacted better to the hopping method than the dragging method. The biggest problem was the lack of fish at the Spa, so I went with plan B and pulled out the trusty ole worm on the rocks. I shifted my focus and was on the hunt for the “Meat Eaters” that frequent the warm sunny rocks that are generally south facing and near deep water. That’s been the whole key this week, the fish I found were either “near deep water” or “in deep water”. On Thursday the meat eaters I found were cruising the steep rocky bluffs, in or near deep water, in the middle of the day. Here are a few pics from Thursday. The good part was that there were some beefy fish jerking on my rod on Thursday.

Before I get into yesterday, I gotta say that it was an awesome day and I knew it was going to be before I even got started. The clouds were going to be moving in and we were going to have a west wind to work with. One thing that was kinda problematic was that I was running low on my War Eagle spoon supply. It had dwindled down to a total of 3 half-ounce succulent chrome beauties and that was going to be a problem. We were expecting some cloud cover, and the spoon was probably going to be the ticket if the wind blew at the Spa. I got out about 8am and when I pulled into the Spa it was loaded with fish and bait. As I pulled up, I saw a large boil just to my left and within casting distance. I thought it may have been a striper, but I let the little spoon fly right into the center of the circle from the boil. I felt the spoon fall for about 2 seconds and then go slack. When it goes slack that quick over deep water it only means one thing, and it took this 63-year-old caffeine jacked up brain about a nano to set the hook on my first big fish of the morning. That was the kind of fun I was looking for, so I started making casts in the area for more fish. It didn’t take long, and I had another on the spoon, just making some fan casts in the general area of the fish that surfaced. The area I was in had some fallen timber on the bottom and I finally found the wood with the spoon, and I couldn’t get it out of the timber, so I had to break it off. Now I was down to only 2 spoons left and that’s when it hit me that I need to conserve the spoon, or I might be out by noon since it wasn’t even 9am. A lot of the fish that I was marking were in the 40+ foot range and typically I wouldn’t be using a shaky head this time of year for such a deep application, choosing to use a spoon or Damiki, but I had a ton of shaky head supplies so out of necessity I started throwing the worm into the deeper areas of the Spa. The wind had kicked up and I was able to Spot Lock and make very long casts downwind with the shaky head into 40+ feet of water. The wait for the worm to get to the bottom was pretty painful in the wind, but once I felt the worm hit the bottom it was a very slow crawl, and then about a 10-15 second stop, dead sticking it with slight pressure. I’d say that most of the time the fish would pick up the bait on the dead stick rather than moving it. The best part was that the fish were all over that worm down in that deep water like a rat on a Cheeto.

It was funny because I caught a lot of fish yesterday and at one point, I caught a fish that was so small it could barely get the worm in its mouth and then I followed it up on the very next cast in the very same place and snatched out a stud 4+ pounder. It was unpredictable but as the afternoon progressed the clouds moved in, and the west wind was picking up. I moved around the same area, the size of a football field and had a field day yesterday. Big fish, medium fish and small fish, off and on all day and with the worm in 40+ water. It was a blast and a great way to end the week. Water temps were in the upper 50’s and the water level is down a little over 8 and a half feet. Finding the bait is key right now because a lot of times the fish won’t be far away. This week the deep bite prevailed because the bait was prevalent and deep in the location I was targeting. Here’s some of the pictures from yesterday.

Christmas Cookies and Cream Cheesecake

This was a first for me. I’m more of a meat and potatoes guy with an appetite for Cajun cuisine and chocolate, but I had some cheesecake over Thanksgiving that made me want to make a cheesecake of my own. I’ve dabbled in no-bake cheesecake recipes in the past, but this was my first stab at baking a cheesecake and it turned out absolutely delicious. We brought it to a party yesterday evening and it was a big hit. I’m glad I made two! Here’s the recipe I used.

Ingredients:

For the crust:

  • 20 Choclate Oreo cookies
  • 5 tbsp melted butter

For the filling and topping:

  • 24 ounces of cream cheese
  • 1 cup of sugar
  • 1 tbsp of Vanilla extract
  • 1 cup sour cream
  • 3 eggs
  • 5-10 Chocolate Oreo cookies (crumbled)
  • 3 small peppermint candy canes (crumbled)
  • 1 small tub of Cool Whip
  • 1 can of Redi-whip

You’re going to need a 9-inch springform baking pan, roasting pan and a hand mixer for this recipe but other than that, it’s just a little time consuming.

Instructions I used:

Pre-heat the oven to 350 degrees:

First, I ground up the 20 Oreos in our little food processor until they were finely chopped then I added my melted butter to the Oreos in a small mixing bowl and mixed well. I sprayed the bottom and sides of my springform pan with nonstick spray and packed the crust mixture to the bottom of the pan. I baked the crust for about 10 minutes at 350 and set aside to cool.

You’ll need to line the bottom of the springform pan with an 18-inch by 18-inch heavy tinfoil square to keep water from seeping in the springform pan when it’s baking in submerged water. I used 2 layers of tinfoil making sure there were no tears so water could get in.

In a medium size mixing bowl I mixed the softened cream cheese and sugar with my hand mixer until it was creamy then I slowly added the Vanilla extract, eggs as well as the sour cream. Once it was well mixed and creamy looking, I folded in about 10 crumbled Oreos and poured the mixture in the tinfoil lined springform pan for baking.

I made sure my oven shelf was low enough to accommodate my roasting pan and I centered the springform baking pan with the cheesecake mixture inside the roasting pan. I filled the roasting pan with warm water until the water level got about halfway up the springform pan and I gingerly placed the pan in the oven for 50-60 minutes or until it looked like the center had set. The picture below gives you an idea of what it looked in the oven while baking in the water.

Once it was done, I turned off the oven and opened the door to the oven a bit to let it cool in place for about 30 minutes. Then I removed it from the oven and the roasting pan to further cool. I let it cool 30 minutes on the counter at room temperature and then placed it in the refrigerator for 3 hours.

Topping:

After it cooled in the refrigerator, I gently removed the sides of the springform pan and prepped it for the topping. I put about an inch layer of Cool Whip on the top and sprinkled on the crumbled Oreos and candy canes. I kinda garnished the edge of the cheesecake with Redi Whip right before serving. It was Delicious, enjoy!

Low Transition Takeoff Showoffs

With Veterans Day approaching I wanted to include something in our podcast about veterans and Veterans Day, so Lisa suggested that I tell a story, possibly a funny story. Since I was dubbed “The Storyteller” a few years back during a trip to Venice, La., I’ve tried to live up to that title. I tried to think of a funny story that I haven’t already told a million times and a very funny story came to mind. I did something a little different for the podcast, but I still wanted to share this funny story with y’all for Veterans Day. Enjoy!

I wanted to use a video or two to serve as a visual aid for my story, and the video below is called low pass. Getting an up-close look at that is very rare but a couple of my squadron mates got a little more than they bargained for one morning.

It was the late fall of 2001 at a big Naval Air Base deep in the heart of the Nevada desert. Our squadron was spending a couple weeks at the air base dropping bombs from our F-18 Hornets. This is something just about every fighter/attack squadron does during the year to keep the pilots proficient in the delivery of weapons and most of it is done at desert bombing ranges while operating from the base. On this occasion, we were about halfway through our two-week detachment and it was getting boring. One thing that filled our time during the detachment was running. At the time I was competing in marathons and the base provided a lot of desolate roads to run on while training for an upcoming race. Two of my running team members were also on the detachment with me so we did a lot or running together when we were off work. One place we liked to run was an old dusty dirt road that parallelled the runway at the air base. The old road was separated from the runway by 20-30 yards and a high chain-link fence with barbed wire at the top. There were reasons for the barbed wire and if anyone wandered into the runway area it could be very dangerous.

My two running teammates were officers in the squadron, but they didn’t fly the jets and their jobs were more of a logistical nature. We had a few officers in the squadron that managed the maintenance effort and served as a liaison between us enlisted folks and the pilots. Both officers were younger than me and we really got to know each other during our training runs. Both officers were single at the time, and I loved to listen to their stories while we were on our runs. Even though their lifestyles were a little different than mine, I was constantly entertained by their antics while on detachment.

On this particular day I was coming to work at 12 noon and working a 24 on and 24 off shift. When I walked into our maintenance area, I saw my two officer running mates standing off in a corner talking quietly with another officer. My two officer friends were bandaged in different places around their bodies including bandages on their faces and exposed arms. They both looked like they had been in a fight with a bobcat, so I walked over and asked them what happened. What followed next was one of the funniest things I ever heard and saw in the Navy. They explained to me how they had met a young single pretty lady that worked as a bartender at the officers’ club. They really wanted to impress her so they invited her to drive out to the fence at the very end of the runway to watch a couple of our jets take off up-close and personal. The plan was for my two officer friends to enter the coded gate at the end of the runway area and walk out to the runway itself to video the take-off with a video camera. Their new lady friend was going to stand on the other side of the gate and observe the takeoff from afar for safety reason.

My two officer friends also talked to a few pilots and told them that they would be at the end of the runway filming and would like them the showoff a little since their new lady friend would be watching. Now, if there’s something I know about fighter pilots, it’s the fact that they don’t run across this level of stupidity too often and when it does occur, they take full advantage of it. Little did my two officer friends know that pilots are pros at showing off and they put on a show alright. My two officer friends told their lady friend where to stand and they both entered the runway area. They walked out to the end of the runway and waited. Soon you could hear the jets taking off from the other end of the runway and they started recording the takeoff. As the first jet came towards them, I’m sure they were in awe at the jet flying so low and so fast right at them. Unfortunately, the pilot could see them as he approached them standing at the end of the runway and he decided to give them a show like they’d never seen before. The pilot approached them at about 20 feet in altitude and screaming at around 300-400 mph. Just before the pilot and his screaming hornet got to my friends, he pulled back on the stick and popped the two big engines into full afterburner. The jet stood up on end and just a few feet below was my two officer friends. It was like an explosion when the jet blast hit them, and they both went tumbling down the runway and pinned them both against the fence near where their lady friend was standing in a state of shock. The two officers were covered in road rash and bloodied from tumbling on the concrete. They were in need of medical attention, and they dropped their lady friend off so they could go get changed and bandaged up.

They were a site when I first saw them and I laughed hysterically at their story. What was even better was the video. The video was deleted shortly after I viewed it because of the embarrassment and also, I’m sure the pilot would have been in a little trouble for intentionally blasting my buddies down the runway. The video was everything I thought it would be, complete with the fast and low approach and the subsequent cursing and tumbling friends and camera. When I watched the video and got to the part when they went tumbling with the super hot lady friend standing by, I nearly had a aneurism from laughing so hard.

The video above kind of gives you an idea of what it would have looked like that day if you could just imagine the two dudes in the video standing at the end of the runway instead of the safe side of the fence. The video below is an example of what jet blast can do on the aircraft carrier. The video below shows a final checker that got to close to the action. One of my jobs on the flight deck was final checker and I spent a lot of time around that jet blast.

Crockpot Crawfish Mac and Cheese

Recently, my friend Chris asked me if I had a crawfish mac and cheese recipe and I didn’t, but it got my culinary gears a turning so I came up with something I’ve wanted to try for a while. I’ve never made mac and cheese in a crockpot before, but I recently saw a recipe, so I decided to come up with a crawfish mac and cheese recipe to slow cook in the crockpot. I gotta say that it turned out great. I think the secret was the heavy whipping cream.

Ingredients:

  • 1 16 ounce box of elbow macaroni (uncooked)
  • 12 ounces of peeled and cleaned crawfish
  • 2 cups of milk
  • 1 pint of heavy whipping cream
  • 4 ounces of cream cheese
  • 1 cup of chopped sweet Vidalia onion
  • 8 ounces of shredded or small cubed Gouda cheese
  • 8 ounces of shredded or small cubed sharp cheddar cheese
  • 1/2 cup sour cream
  • 4 ounces of American cheese
  • 1 tbsp. Old Bay seasoning or to your liking
  • 1 tbsp Cajun seasoning
  • salt and pepper to taste

This was pretty easy to make. I just sprayed the bottom of the crockpot with Pam to keep the noodles from sticking to the bottom. I just added all of the ingredients above, stirred it well, and made sure the macaroni was covered, with the crockpot on low. It was kinda thin to start with, but it thickened up as time went by and the cheese started to melt. I kept the dish covered and started stirring after the first hour. It took about 2 hours covered on low and then I kicked it up to high for the last 30 minutes. Top it with breadcrumbs and serve it as a side dish with a nice juicy steak. Enjoy!!

From Looking Up to Looking Down

This week I’ve gotten out every day in some capacity and the bite has been somewhat transitory for me. The way I view the fishing pattern from fall to winter and spring to summer is pretty simple, when we go into winter the fish start looking down for their meals, vice looking up. During the transition from spring to summer, the fish start looking up for their meals, vice looking down. This transition occurs around the time of the turnover, both fall and again in late spring. For me, this week was the transition.

On Monday we had very fair weather, but I could sense that the changes were coming, mainly because of my weather apps on my phone, but changes were in the air. When Lisa and I were returning from our tournament on Saturday afternoon we ran into a fisherman in the back of the creek that said he had caught 15 fish around the area we saw him so that prompted me to check the back areas of the creek even though the water is still pretty clouded back here. I spent most of my morning in the back tossing the worm around and (as my grandson puts it) catching Jakes. I made a quick swing through the creek but I wasn’t very impressed with what I found so I called it a day with nothing but smaller fish to show for it. The best thing about Monday was the shrimp boil we had for dinner.

On Tuesday the front was still coming through and the fish responded well. I got on a little pattern where the fish were coming out of the brush and slamming the Lanier Baits Hard Swimmer in the pearl white color and if they missed, I could follow it up with the shaky head and usually get them to hit that. It was a 1-2 punch that worked around the brush for some pretty fun fish. Here’s my best five from Tuesday. The three biggest came from the Hard Swimmer.

Wednesday was the first day of post front and it was bone chilling cold, and the wind was getting it, kinda like the perfect day for the SpotSticker Mini Me spinnerbait on points. I didn’t last long out in the cold, and I took it back to the house but not before catching a couple nice fish a white bladed Mini Me. Here’s my two biggest from the spinnerbait outing.

Yesterday I was back at it and I brought my video camera to see if I could get a little shaky head footage. It turned out to be a good 4 hour trip, from mid-morning till mid-afternoon. Nothing but shaky head in the wind using Minn Kota Spot Lock upwind of the brush and just making cast tight around and through the brush. My worm of choice this week was the Big Scented TRD from Zman with a Boss Outdoors 1/4-ounce jig head. Boss Outdoors is an “American Made” company, and they have the best keeper I’ve found for Elaztech plastics.

Here’s a video I made yesterday using the TRD and the Boss. If you watch closely on the video, you can see that most of the time the fish hit the bait right in the structure.

Probably the Big TRD was the best bait this week with the Hard Swimmer and the Mini Me doing well for me too.

I’m still without sonar so I don’t really know what the water temps are, but I’d guess it to be in the low 60’s to upper 50’s right now and the lake continues to drop. Right now, it’s over 7 feet below full pool and I’m just about ready to give up on moving the dock out to chase water. Unless we get substantial rain soon our dock will be on dry ground.

On another note, be sure and check out our new Friday Fish Fry podcast a week from today. We’ll be launching our first episode at 8pm next Friday, the 10th of November. We’ve been in the Cast Away man cave recording for the past few weeks, and we should have a good show for ya’ll. We’re looking forward to it!

Also, we will be doing another seminar for young fishermen over in Dallas in 2 weeks so be sure and check out the flyer for more info.

It’s Finally Here!

Just a few weeks ago I can remember sitting out on the main lake in the sweltering afternoon heat, just daydreaming about October and the changing of the season, and here we are. With each passing day, I can see the changes out on the lake. The colors of fall have arrived, and we’ve got the next few weeks to enjoy them. October is always a favorite month of mine for a lot of reasons, some sports related and others, a more seasonal nature. Here on Lake Lanier, it’s just about guaranteed that between Nov. 1st and the 15th the leaves will fall off the trees. It happens every year and it seems like every year I start wondering if the leaves will stay on the trees till Thanksgiving, but it never happens. The trees always shed their leaves in early November. That gives us a few short weeks to enjoy natures artistry and fish a lake surrounded by the backdrop of fall colors.

Don’t ask me why, but there’s another lock for fall and the changing of the season, and that is the fall swimbait bite. Just a couple of years ago and almost to the day, I wrote an article in my blog about the October white Sebile bite. At the time I was buying the Sebile’s when I could find them, and I was sanding them down and painting them pearl white. For whatever reason, these bass and stripers really start hammering that color and that swimbait pattern throughout the fall. I put a link to the blog entry below. It’s called Jonsin for a Sebile.

https://castawayblog.com/2021/10/22/jonesin-for-a-sebile/

Another lock for late October to Mid-November is the turnover. Some may say that it’s later in the winter but living on the lake gives me the opportunity to see the changes firsthand and every year it starts the same way. Turnover starts in the back of the creek near my house in September and works its way out of the creek. I can always tell by the condition of the water on the surface. Right now, it’s in a lot of areas in the back half of the creek and I’ve noticed a decline in fish activity in these areas. I’ve also noticed some discoloration in the water in these areas. This week the front third of the creek has a richer, deeper green color to it while the back 2/3 may have a lighter green tint under the surface. That doesn’t mean these areas are void of fish, but the bait may move closer to shallow waters during these turnover periods and the predators tend to follow the bait. Yesterday I saw bass and stripers pushing bluebacks onto shallow rocky areas and pinning them to the rocks. There was wind blowing right into the rocky point and I pulled back to casting distance to the rocky area of the point and put the Minn Kota on Spot Lock up wind. I started fan casting the Lanier Baits hard swimmer in pearl white down wind, around the shallows and every once in a while, the rod would load up. With the wind out of the east yesterday I found 3 points that had wind blowing onto the point and I rotated between those 3 points, spending about a half hour at each point. I used Spot Lock and sat upwind fan casting each time and I caught fish off and on for 4 hours straight on the same 3 points, using the same bait. Here’s a few of my fish from Yesterday.

Another lock for October, especially when we have these fronts that come through, is the spinnerbait bite on windy points. On Monday morning it was post front and the wind was blowing when I walked down to the dock. I can always tell if it’s going to be windy out in the creek by looking and the tree tops around the bay. If there’s a ripple on the water in the bay and the tree tops are moving, the creeks going to be windy. On Monday when I saw that, I tied on my SpotSticker Mini Me and looked for the first windy point I could find. At my first point and it very well may have been my first cast with the Mini Me the bass pictured below just hammered the spinnerbait.

Here’s a link to find the Mini Me spinnerbaits. The 1/2 ounce “Ghost” is a favorite of mine and a great bait for Lanier.

https://spotsticker.com/product-category/spinnerbaits/mini-me/

Another bait I had good luck with on Monday was the Lanier baits chrome hard swimmer. On Monday I couldn’t get the fish to commit to the pearl white hard swimmer so I switched up to the chrome and I found that they would commit to the chrome better than the white. Later in the day I ran into Scott Jackson and he told me he had just the opposite reaction which was kinda funny, but I kept that in mind all week and it was one of the biggest reasons I used the white pearl yesterday. Between the Mini Me and the chrome hard swimmer Monday was a good day. Unfortunately, I got some stomach bug on Monday and I didn’t really get to fish again till yesterday. Here are some of my fish from Monday.

One other bait that recieves honorable mention and that bite is right around the corner, and that’s the shaky head bite. Yesterday morning my first fish came off a shaky head and it was a pretty nice fish. It felt good to fight I feisty 3lber on the shaky head and I’m very excited for the bottom bite to pick up as soon as the turnover is complete. I good way I look at it is that after the turnover occurs the fish start looking down instead of look up for their meals. Jigs and worms are on the horizon. I don’t know the water temps right now because I have no sonar but the fish feel kinda cool to the touch so I’m guessing close to 70 for the water temp and the lake is 6.5 feet below full pool and still dropping.

An Evening Ride in the Autumn of 72

At least once a week, usually very early in the morning when I’m by myself and all is peaceful, I start this song and close my eyes. The song is one of a few that can take me back to a crackling am radio station coming through an old dusty speaker atop the dash of my dad’s old 63 GMC step side pickup.

It’s evening time and we’re headed down the highway, on our way to spend an evening sitting on a pond dam catfishing at the Smith’s farm pond out in the country, south of town. Dad is right there in the driver seat to my left, one hand resting atop the oversized steering wheel with a ball handle and the other arm resting on the windowsill. He’s wearing an old blue t-shirt with a half empty pack of Viceroy cigarettes in the front left breast pocket. As the song plays, I stick my hand out the window and into the airstream just beyond wing window, fingers together and pointed forward as my hand raises and lowers, riding imaginary waves from the force of the wind stream. Even though I’m small I can still see the reflection of my hand going up and down from the force of the wind in the big, oversized towing mirror. In the background of my hand there is the fence line that follows the side of the road as we move along, and I try and hold my hand as straight as possible to ride the top wire of the fence line. On the power wires above the fence line a few Mourning Doves have gathered, usually in couples that sit together on the wires, so I take my index finger as if it were a pistol and I shoot the doves off the wire one by one. As we passed by a large milo field with milo heads of crimson, I can see more doves circling and landing at the edge of the field just beyond the fence, some on the ground strutting and pecking at the grain that has fallen from the ripe milo heads. We turn off the highway and the right front tire goes from a low hum to the sound of gravel crunching under the tires and the banging of the gravel on the undercarriage beneath my feet. The song plays on as we turn off the gravel road pull up to an old gate made of corrugated metal and I watch my dad get out and pull the pin, unlatching and opening the gate so we can drive through. After we pass through my dad asks if I can jump out and close the gate behind us. I do, and as I climb back in the song plays on. We drive across the field following two narrow strips of dirt surrounded by weeds and briars, and as we stop at the dam, I see a small herd of cattle in the distance start moving our way. We sit quietly for a second as the song ends and my dad tells me to grab the lantern behind the seat. He turns the key and the motor stops just as Roberta Flack giggles and the music fades into the night.

Enjoy them while they’re here because until we meet again, this is as good as it gets.

Cajun Crawfish Corn Muffins

Recently I ran across a recipe for crawfish cornbread, and it inspired me to put my own Man Camp spin on the recipe to make a nice addition for gumbo, red beans and rice and the seafood entrees I prepare. I had to tweak a few ingredients to make it the way I wanted it so by all means, play with the ingredients to your liking and Enjoy!

Ingredients:

  • 2 boxes of Jiffy cornbread mix (Don’t use instructions on box)
  • 12-ounce bag of clean and cooked crawfish tails
  • 1/2 stick of margarine or butter
  • 1 cup of chopped sweet onion
  • 1 cup chopped green onion (optional)
  • 1 tsp. Old Bay seasoning
  • 3 eggs
  • 1 can drained Rotel Diced tomatoes and green chilis
  • 1 cup Pepper Jack or Colby cheese (cheddar works great)

Preheat the oven to 375 degrees and mix the ingredients above in a large mixing bowl. I greased my 12 muffins pan and filled each almost level with the top. You want to allow for the muffins to rise so I don’t fill them completely. There should be enough for at least 12 muffins.

I baked the muffins for around 20-25 minutes, but I mainly monitored to tops till they started to turn a golden brown on the tops. If you made sure your pan was well greased, they should come out without sticking after a few minutes to cool and ready to serve warm. Enjoy!!