Another great day of doing my favorite thing, hiking, fishing, and taking pictures. Did some bed fishing today. All the usual characters were present, from raging anger to utter glee. I found this fish first thing in the morning as soon as I started looking. At first I passed on it, but after about 5 minutes realized I was being rather arrogant to pass up a nice bass right of the bat, so I turned back and set up shop on her. I took about 20-30 minutes then she finally inhaled it. 1 bite, 1 fish. So far so good… After that I just scouted. I spent a couple hours taking inventory before fishing. I located a couple in the 10 lb range, so of course I started on them. I couldn’t see them anymore usually, so I had to fish for them blindly for the most part. Conditions for trophy bed fishing sucked. Windy, cloudy, and crowded. I spent most of my day trying to get bit by one of these bass, but never did. When I only had a couple hours left in the day I switched over to fishing for fish I could see. I bounced around between several beds before I settled on one. It took a good half hour, but I this one finally popped the gilly. I had to chop down some trees with my bare arms to get out of the water, but I got her. This is what the other people at the lake do around you, right after you find a giant bass on a bed. I literally tripped over this fool twice, and he never rattled or got angry. Mellow dude. Both bass were caught on Matt’s new U2 baby gilly and 15lb Trilene mono.