The day looked promising as we positioned the boat at the spillway which was moving water rapidly. However we soon realized that the water supply that was coming in was of low quality and full of weedy debris that was surrounding the boat and making fishing difficult. After tangling with a couple large Gar and pulling in plenty of “salad” we decided to move out to the more open waters of Farm 13 in search of cleaner water and the thus far elusive bass.
We set up again just west of the pumphouse which was also moving water on this day. It was not long before little Conner had proudly reeled in a couple decent sized bass. In fact Conner was the man of the day as far as numbers goes as he proudly marked an x in the dust on my engine cover each time he landed a fish. By the end of their trip he had marked seven fish on his makeshift scoreboard. Conner did a great job on his own and could have marked a couple more had his luck held up.
Papa Ray, all the while had been quietly swimming his shiner and enjoying the show that Conner had been providing. Suddenly I saw his rod load up and the fight was on. After a couple of strong runs and a headshaking jump or two Ray calmly worked that fish to the side of the boat where we realized he had something really nice. The Massachusetts native had hooked the bass of his lifetime, a very nice 24” 9lb. bucket mouth.
Shortly after that, Tom hooked up with a couple nice fish in the 6 lb. range as well, showing that all these guys could fish. Three generations of Gendreau men set out for day on the water together and enjoyed every minute of it. Great job guys, I enjoyed it too!
