
By Wes Ward
The attention span of a twelve-year-old is about a tenth of how long it takes to read the title of this article, which can make fishing with my twelve-year-old son, Jacob, a painful experience if the bite isn’t absolutely lights out. So, when Cal told me about his incredible trip to Lake Davis mid-week, I knew I had a chance to pull off a dad and son trip that would be remembered for the catching, NOT the boredom of fishing.
We rolled out of the driveway with the Duckworth in tow around 6AM, packing the typical day’s rations of donuts, Fritos, Oreos, and buckets of candy and headed up the hill for Lake Davis. It was a rare calm day with just the hint of a breeze blowing out of the South when we slipped the boat off the trailer into the weedy shallows of the lake just before 9AM. A few other boats were already circling, and the bank was dotted with anglers.
Armed with Cal’s info from just a couple of days earlier and a healthy box of tackle, we dropped lines and started slow trolling towards the main body of the lake.
Davis is shallow, and the weeds often grow within 5 feet of the surface. Our plan was to keep our gear just above the weeds, which meant we could topline a couple of rods easily. Just to increase our odds, we also dropped a couple of lines a few feet down on each Cannon Downrigger. The initial spread consisted of a Mack’s Lure Cripplure, a Hum Dinger, a small plug, and one of Cal’s grubs behind a small dodger.
We pulled these setups from one end of the lake to the other with only a couple of short strikes on the Cripplure. The 12-year-old was still in the game, but his Snap feed was growing by the moment with random selfies from around the boat.
I had to shift gears and try something different, so we switched over to a faster presentation and doubled down on the Mack.