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Bull Shoals Lake Day 3: Drowning Worms and Killing Time*

We woke up on Saturday morning, sticky and sweaty from our non-a/c sleep the night before. Vi made more breakfast tacos. This time they were chorizo/potato and sausage/potato (Mike no longer eats chorizo because of a regrettable incident with Jack in the Box).

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Mike was intent on getting some fishing done since he hadn't had a chance the day before with all the jet skiing and diving. He rigged up a couple of rods, we broke free from the mooring, and jockeyed our giant boat up against the shoreline of trees. This little guy was hanging out in the tree as we neared shore.


Vi was hell-bent on having fried fish but since she didn't get a fishing license, it was up to me and Mike to accommodate her wishes.

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In the meantime, Vi struck a few poses.

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Our plan for the day was to make our way down the lake towards Bull Shoals Dam and find a place to moor for the day and rest of the evening. We fished for about an hour with no luck so we decided to head that way. Mike drove for a little while then I took over so he could relax with Vi and enjoy the cruise.

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It was about an hour's trip down to the dam. Since the lake was flooded, the dam was roped off with buoys so we couldn't get very close. We found a little cove by the boat ramp and Mike did a little impromptu hiking to get us tied up to the trees.

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We hadn't been there very long when a storm began brewing just overhead. We took the opportunity to snack on some guacamole while we waited out the rain.

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And nothing beats killing time with a few fresh pina coladas.


Once the rain cleared, we went back to fishing. On the second cast, Mike caught a small, yellow bass. I was frantically looking for the fishing guide to see if he was a keeper or not but Mike didn't think so and threw him back. As it turns out, we could have kept him.


More casts led to nothing. We lost some lures. We caught some trees. Mike even resorted to fishing with worms. We noticed some little perch-like fish in the shallows and he was finally able to snag one with the worms.


Poor little perchie was placed on a hook and thrown out into the deep as bait. Still nothing. We eventually gave up on fried fish for dinner and setted for fajitas instead. Vi called it a night fairly early while Mike and I spent some time chilling on the roof. That evening, after I had retired for the night, Mike sat on the aft of the boat watching a huge fog bank roll in before retiring for the night himself.

  • From the song, "Just Fishin'" performed by Trace Adkins.

Posted by zihuatcat 20:55 Archived in USA

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