Jumped at the opportunity to do a little white bass fishing up in northwest Arkansas the other day. With a new job, new house and a new puppy, my fishing has been very limited lately. I only had a few hours so I went right to the spot where I killed 'em last year- nothing happening. I did manage to entangled this poor swallow on my first cast. Once he was safely swarming the bridge with his buds, I switched to a larger pool where I saw a few bait guys fishing.
The whites were really getting after it in the shallow water and were not interested in my clouser.
I did manage to get a few little whites but I kept moving downstream on the creek.
I finally ended up at the mouth of the creek where there is a huge pool. Boom.
I was catching some big whites on about every other cast and I was having a blast. The takes were subtle and right on the bottom.
All of the sudden, I got a very light take and strip set as I always do on whites. It felt like I had just set into a tree trunk and I immediately knew I had either a hybrid or a striper. Good thing I had the 1x tippet on...
Turned out to be a pretty nice hybrid. Got an older gentleman to snap this shot so sorry about the bad picture. I got one more hybrid, which was a little smaller than the first but was still a blast. After that, there were a few more whites and then I had to jump in my truck and run back south. Nothing like a three hour drive home to cap off a day. This was my only successful white bass trip this year and it felt really good to get back in there. Dang it, I love white bass.
