Lake Ray Hubbard: November 11, 2015. Water slightly stained; temp 65-68; level – even. With the return of the cool, crisp, air, a little birdy dropped by and told me that the white bass and hybrids have been schooling on the south side of the lake. With that info I contacted my tennis buddy, Captain D, who has a pontoon boat docked at the Bayside Marina (I have sold my boat, but that is a completely different story). “Captain D,” I said, over the fishing hotline, “the white bass are schoolin’ and this is our big chance to hammer them.”
“I’ll have the boat ready tomorrow morning; see if J wants to go and meet me at 6 a.m.” he said.
“Do I have to call and wake up your late night, TV-watching ass?” I asked.
“No, I’ll be up,” D said.
I made arrangements for J to pick me up at six and he was right on time the next morning. I also gave D a security phone call to make sure he was out of bed, and to my surprise, he was. We arrived at Bayside at 6:15 and D already had the cover off the boat, ready to go. “Let’s go fill the boat up with fish,” he said.
We chugged out of Bay Harbor around 6:30 and the sun was just starting to rise. Creeping through the I-30 Bridge we hit a strong south wind which slowed us down substantially. Usually when you are chasing schooling fish, you need a bass boat to keep up with the action, but we would have to do with what we had. I figured if we could find the “schoolers” with could get to the south end of them, and then let the current carry us over the action.
I looked out over Robertson Park and there was neither bird, nor fish, so we headed to the “Peanut” at the power plant and drew another blank. “Time to cross the lake boys,” I said. We now headed to the Heath boat ramp and took a good tossing to boot, by the white caps. Once we got there we headed south along the sandy shore until we got close to Rush Creek. “Stop here,” I told D. “We can drift north and try and locate some fish.” We threw a few casts for about ten minutes and then I saw the fish break water. Large shad were jumping out, which means the hybrid were chasing them. “Throw it right over them,” I said, “We’re going to kill em.” I quickly got a strike and so did D; we pulled them both in and threw them in the live well. “Quick, throw your slab back in,” I instructed, but the fish were on the move already. “Look out,” I said, pushing the Captain D aside, “I’ll get the boat back on the fish.” I turned the key…nothing —turned the key…nothing —turned the key…nothing. “What the f&%#…when is the last time you checked your battery?”
“Don’t know,” he said.
“From now on your name is still Captain D, but now it stands for “Captain Dufus,” I said.
Too make an already long story short: Yes, the fish are schooling big time between Rush Creek and the Heath boat ramp. Moral of the story: Have your boat prepared — always check your battery; and carry a spare one just in case. Good fishing.