Hooked my first plastic worm bass of the season, lost to a bad knot. Felt it. Really good size. Hit about seven feet deep along the less weedy, sharply sloping shoreline. Had little time to fish and when I blew that, felt sure that's all I'd connect with. Water's pretty chilly, not over 60 I'm sure, and sunshine abundantly saturated very clear water.
Felt really good to be out fishing for bass again. So it begins and each new season I anticipate a really big one. Guess I'll never know how big is the bass I lost today, but it probably still has my seven-inch Chompers attached to its maw.
Eared grebe, not a common sight.
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