Even though it was early spring and the water was still cold, I watched as two anglers in a bass boat shotgunned spinner-baits along the docks across from us. They were wasting no time. They’d fling their lures parallel to a dock and burn them back to the boat before moving on to the next. Then they moved to our side of the channel and did the same thing.
“How are the green fish biting today?” I asked as they quit casting long enough to pass.
“Not too well,” the angler on the trolling motor said. “We caught one nice smallmouth, about 3 pounds, but that’s been it.”
I wished them good luck and they went on their way, pounding the next series of docks. I didn’t tell them that I’d caught six bass already and I wasn’t even trying, fishing tiny jigs
