The weatherman is a filthy tramp and a liar. I was promised a high in the 50′s and showers in the morning followed by sun. To me, that sounds like a great day of fishing. But, as usual, an Indiana meteorologist guessed wrong. And that’s exactly what Indiana weather is, a guess. Which makes meteorologists here very much like referees in that their job is nearly impossible, they screw it up a lot (although less than you or I would), and they are very unpopular because of circumstances outside their control. But that doesn’t change the fact that I was supposed to have a great day of fishing!
Instead of the weather I was promised and looked forward to greatly, I got low 40′s temps with winds up to 30 mph. That makes the temperature feel more like 30, and makes for a hard day of casting. And I haven’t even mentioned yet that we don’t have any boats in the water yet (because no one is willing to get in that freezing water and put the pier in, myself included), which makes finding the bass nearly impossible. But if you’re interested in what I tried this weekend and how frustrating it was to hardly catch any weeds, just follow me!