Hit Mason in the late afternoon, left at dark. Battled the fierce winds and wakes to find very little for fishing action. Pitched jigs to docks, dropshotted junebug plastics and gulp minnows along with some spinnerbait and clackin crank action. I even tried a carolina rig with no luck. I ended up nabbin a few rockbass on the dropshot, and one big ugly squaw on the crank at sundown. My buddy Travis on the other hand landed the only bass of the day on a dropshot (snot colored sniper snub). I was very happy for him but bummed I didnt get one. We didn't get a weight because he dropped it and it slithered off the boat... I really need to teach him to hold them better! Tight lines all!
