I have gone out five times in the last seven days. I have one tiny ass bass and one good piece of intel to show for it-granted, several of the outings were quick 30 mins jobs, but no fish is no fish. I hit the Ohio river three times, a larger lake on my kayak and got beat up in the wind and the water was chocolate milk, hit up a local creek with no fish, and last night, I fished the lake where I have to drag my kayak a quarter mile up a steep hill. Man, it sucks so hard. I tried just about everything and caught a tiny bass on a spinnerbait. The only interesting thing is that I saw another bass. Not just any bass, but a 6 lb class estimate. I paddled right over it and I thought it was a carp at first until I saw the lateral line. It was big. Five years again, I caught my then pb of 5.07 at this lake, but unfortunately that bass didn’t make it. This lake used to be said to have giants in it but they were all fished out by oil and gas miners to the point that they put up guardrails so people couldn’t drive up the hill to simply get out of their truck and fish-now you have to walk up the steps they put in around 7 years ago, or you don’t fish it. The numbers of bass are usually decent, but nothing over two pounds for the last several years. So seeing this big girl was at least some hope for a future catch worth the hard work
