Cinco de Mayo is a pretty big deal down here close to border. Rather than party down, we figured "How better to celebrate Cinco de Mayo than a day on the water?" So three generations - my dad, son, and I - headed to a nearby desert lake to see if we could rustle up a few fish. Reports from previous weeks were positive, indicating that the white bass were running pretty hard.
We started out trolling, which has been productive for us in the past. It wasn't long before the boy picked up the first one of the day (as usual).
After that, trolling proved less than successful, so we started working the crankbaits looking for black bass. Turned out that's a pretty good way to catch a few white bass too, and I had a turn.
Then the boy and I caught a "double" - each of us landed one at the same time.
My dad had boated a few by now too, but didn't slow down for me to take a picture until the third or fourth.
Sometime around lunch the boy caught what I'm pretty sure is his first largemouth, and a keeper at that.
A bit later, I hauled in a little one and while admiring it, Dad started hollering for the net. I couldn't help but snap this pic before helping him out.
And just after that we bagged a "triple" - all three landing a fish at the same time.
Here's my dad unhooking a couple nice filets.
And finally, a last double to end the day.
And we even made it home with enough sunlight to filet them all out.
We started out trolling, which has been productive for us in the past. It wasn't long before the boy picked up the first one of the day (as usual).
After that, trolling proved less than successful, so we started working the crankbaits looking for black bass. Turned out that's a pretty good way to catch a few white bass too, and I had a turn.
Then the boy and I caught a "double" - each of us landed one at the same time.
My dad had boated a few by now too, but didn't slow down for me to take a picture until the third or fourth.
Sometime around lunch the boy caught what I'm pretty sure is his first largemouth, and a keeper at that.
A bit later, I hauled in a little one and while admiring it, Dad started hollering for the net. I couldn't help but snap this pic before helping him out.
And just after that we bagged a "triple" - all three landing a fish at the same time.
Here's my dad unhooking a couple nice filets.
And finally, a last double to end the day.
And we even made it home with enough sunlight to filet them all out.