THE SOLUTION IS OFTEN ONE MORE BAG OF SENKOS

I’m in Mexico this week, at Lake El Salto, doing some of the painful research necessary for my job as an outdoor writer.  I’ll be honest, we go in June every year (since 2013, with the exception of the COVID-plagued 2020) because I live for the cranking bite. Throwing out a big plug that dives 20-plus feet, bouncing it off the tip of a rock point, and having it go sideways under the weight of one big bass or two midsized bass is euphoric. It’s also not something we get to do much at home. On my home waters of the Potomac River I rarely fish more than 6 feet deep, and the scuffed up skeg of my trolling motor is proof that my preferred depth is a fraction of that, so driving a deep diver is a rare treat, and worth the wrist pain.

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