I dislike these jacks. Whenever I catch one I try to get the hook out to let it go without touching the fish. If your finger gets close to the mouth they will bite you amd these teeth aren’t a joke to deal with.
That Jack took my jig sk I started using a red jig instead of our usual pink.
I stopped catching fish for over a day and a half while Ron and Barb kept pulling them in.
That damn Jack. I can only imagine how strong that bite is.
I finally cut the red jig off and went back to pink.
Twenty minutes later I was back in the running.
Funny how they seem to like that colour the most.
It was smoky out most of the time but we survived.
We ate , drank and laughed a lot this week.
A great place to be. These two are wonderful friends.
Ron is up every morning cleaning the beach before we wake up.
This is our limit and we hit it every time we went out.
We always let the big one’s go. They are the breeders and we want to keep them stocking the lake for the next decade.
Like Ron has always said “ we have 10 more good years left in us “ and I want them to be full of fishing trips.
