09-26-2019, 11:46 PM
Wednesday afternoon me and my fishing comrade, Rino, headed to explore the waters at Lincoln beach. This was a first time trip down to the south end of the lake and neither of us had ever fished there before. As we drove down expectations were sky high not a single cloud in the sky. The lake was glass. Upon arrival at 4:45 pm the outside air was 80F water temp was around 69. Two other trucks were in the lot a black one and an ugly one. I thought Maybe it's Mooseman's and he will come and guide me into the fish and tell me of the Legends of the Lincoln Beach Ledge. We set sail and followed the shore west. As we rounded the corner we saw a line of wader guys and ladder guys in 3 1/2 to 4 feet of water depending on height. Spirits were high, but nobody was catching anything. I landed a white bass on a purple wiggle flig tipped with a night crawler. Now expectations got real high. I put the purple flig back in the water. Then the wind started blowing 2 foot swells came upon us. Now the boat is violently jigging my flig and it so it got caught on the rocky bottom. Too late the wind blew it and my line snapped. Darn That was one of a kind flig. The Wader guys and Ladder guys retreated to the shallows like the north at the Battle of Bull Run. Now we got 3 foot swells. Uh, this got ugly in a hurry. I am pretty sure I was looking at glass 45 minutes ago. We headed back to the marina and called it a night.
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