Ellis County Bassin’

Rain has kept the dove hunkered down. We hunted a break in the showers to take six in as many shots. So the deep freeze is slowly being stocked, but the crack shots of that day made up for our light game bags.

The upside of 40+ hours of non-stop rain is ridiculous bass fishing. The tanks have come up to submerge weed beds, as well as an especially productive downed tree that a number of lunkers have made their ambush command post.

Most of our fish eluded camera capture because our shotguns and snakes proved more worthy of our attention. Still, we managed a few.

Yeah, yeah, yeah- I’m doing the extended arm pose-off, but my photog was at least three clicks away. And though my drivers license calls me a 6’3” skinny named minnie, I’m actually an extra stout 7’2”. Give your flack to Fat Guy Kyle. I’m sure he’d appreciate it.

Still, I’m hoping to pump up this sloppy dog with a picture of a monster Bass I lost earlier in the day. The bruiser nailed my night assassin in a foot and half of extra chilled, stained water. He plowed back through the cattails and cut for the depths, folding over the reeds with my 2x mono. I won’t ruin my cred by estimating a weight on the lost pig should he later appear here, but a series of acrobatics revealed that my balled, extra man-sized fist could cleanly pass through its kisser.