"I'm not your college educated bassman," he began. He cracked a smile to signal the irony.
The Little George weighs an ounce, has a Colorado blade for a tailspinner that sends out good vibrations and is a rounded inch long. It reminds me of the dozen barred sunfish an inch long that fell out of the stomach of Mike's laker, caught just before ice-over. Jigs great. But I got no hits I know of. Sometimes fish hit and you never feel a tap, cameras testify, but of course I doubt anything happened.
Heard of a number of lakers jigged on a hump that rises to 85 feet from deeper and heard of a couple others, one of them nice sized.
At the end, I felt dismayed at the area I fished, although very nearby guys had two flags. With so much line threaded off the tip-up spools, I counted 12 turns back onto the spools before I set, thinking this enough to keep the shiner off bottom. For two tip-ups, no. Shiners came up with a little mud slime on scales. Could have been from a thin layer on rocks, but the thought of soft bottom really turned me off. So did the shiners' ineffectiveness for the rigs' not having been raised enough.
Right when I had got on the ice hauling my gear, I was informed of two flags right there at the primitive launch. Were they rainbows or browns? Mike told me about a brace of five-pound pickerel caught in the same spot, 2010.