(Part 2 of 2) The afternoon would deliver even more fish and fellowship. King Fisher Society founder, Jim Morgan and O’Neill Williams motored on to fish for Bass. Ron and I ventured on the west side of the lake for some topwater action.
I couldn’t help but enjoy watching nineteen Bass crush his lure. Changing the front hook to a Bleeding Bait, Treble was definitely the trick for more landed fish. My Road Runner continued to land fat Bluegill and the occasional chunky Bass. The fish were more than healthy.
We hit the water again after a quick iced-tea break. Bass continued to pound Ron’s modified topwater lure. I’d just released another Bluegill when I noticed O’Neill was dropping Jim off at the dock. He made his way over to us to let me know the show went well. I quickly jumped into his boat so I could begin some photo work him.
After bagging some shots I took the helm of O’Neill’s boat and made our way to an inlet for his share of some topwater action. O’Neill began to twitch an old Tiny Torpedo around a stick up and his first cast resulted in a fat Bass. He repeated this scenario a dozen times, finishing with a five-pound Bass that couldn’t have been more than 17-inches long.
O’Neill leaned back in the seat and folded his arms behind his head. “Get us home, I’m beat” he said with a sigh. I guess you’ve had enough fishing when you’d caught as many as we had.
Meanwhile; Dave Buhler and Jim helped Bob Lusk with the finishing touches on a great meal of grilled steaks, chicken, salad and baked potatoes. Morgan said “May I say the blessing, I went to school for it” and we heartily obliged. (He’s an ordained minister after all.) My only regret of the evening was not recording the dinner conversation and the live Jazz session with Jim on piano and Dave on bass.
Old society newspaper columns used to close with “…and a good time was had by all”. Oh yes, we had a good time. But more importantly, we made memories we’ll keep for the rest of our lives.