Like most Saturdays, I got up this morning bright and early and headed out to my favorite lake, even though I was worried that the recent rains had muddied the water and possibly turned off the fish for a few days. Well, I was right on both counts; the water was somewhat stained (but not as bad as I thought it was going to be) and for the most part, the bass had no interest in what I was throwing at them. I did catch three small ones, all about the same size, on Chatterbaits and a 4″ black Senko.
After one area didn’t produce, I walked down the bank to some cliffs near the dam (deep water) to see if I could increase my luck. As I was standing near the cliffs, fishing, I heard a weird sound nearby. “That sounds sort of like a frog croaking” I thought to myself, and when the noise continued, I walked over to investigate. Indeed, I was right, but more so than I knew. Not only was the frog croaking, it was really croaking (as always, click on images to see full-sized pics):
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