
My tournament partner, who I haven't fished with in quite a while, hits me up midweek with:
“You still being gay and fishing the salt?”
I hadn't fished the freshwater since our WCBA win at Silverwood a week before. https://www.socalangler.com/well-shit-we-won/
So, with five fully filled lakes within an hour of us, we made the decision to break out the ARC net and go fish Castaic. When he mentioned live shad, it was like asking a fat kid if he wants some cake.
Live shad fishing is extremely unfair. I wouldn't even call it fishing, because the only thing you're really fishing for is schools of threadfin shad. Once you have those, if you're capable enough of casting IN the water, Mother Nature takes care of the rest.
With the water level being so high, the shad were using the flooded trees as hiding places to avoid the predators—and the fat Mexicans with the ARC net—making it a little difficult to net them from the boat.
I volunteered to go barefoot along the brushy shoreline and managed to get enough shad to last us until noon. They weren't big shad, they were more like BFS Shad.
This was a Nooner or Sooner trip, as the Dodgers were set to begin their playoff run against the Braves later that day.
It was absolute carnage.
The smallmouth being mixed in with the largemouth made the day considerably less... didactic.
After the 50th fish, you start casting your bait while daydreaming about a Dodgers three-peat, only to be violently jolted back into reality when a fish boils on your helpless shad.
We had the boat back on the trailer by noon and were home in time for first pitch.
Another fun day in L.A. County.
https://www.socalangler.com/man-fish-an ... t-castaic/
Get your fishin' in before we get nuked!