Rumors of baitballs with gulls over them and big stripey fish under them got me all excited. Two different friends said it was on, so I dragged the sled off the mountain and onto the local flatwater.
Gulls were lined up on the beach looking at me, probably thinking "what in the hell is that dude thinking?" My outboard is <still> acting up but I finally got her started up and ran out onto the main lake, past gulls standing on the beach, watching me putt past. Coots scattered about -- wrong kind of birds. A couple of cormorants played in the shallows. Nothing flying, nothing busting. A flock of sandhills croaked across the sky. These are not the birds you are looking for.
Finally found some threadfins bunched up, but not many. Picked up a couple white and LM bass.
Had a monster blue cat follow a clouser almost vertically all the way to the boat, turn, and disappear into the murk. Wish I would have been expecting follows, I've never figure-8ed a cat before!
I decided to grab a threadfin for photos -- despite them being dirt-common, I've never bothered to get a good tank photo. By the time I made it back to the ramp and got the boat trailered, it was dark, spitting rain, and I realized I brought my old camera body… I'm amazed this turned out at all!
Still better than sitting at home.