The witching hour was quickly approaching. Less than an hour ago the cove we had entered was like a ghost town with no life anywhere, but just before sunset a ghoulish event took place. Schools of baitfish had moved into the cove like trick-or-treaters and we had the porch light on. As the baitfish feasted
on zooplankton like Candy-Corn, predator fish started picking them off like a horror-movie slasher on a pack of teens.
This cycle of gore continues until just about dark when baitfish and bass disappear into the night. The life-and-death scene plays out each evening for a few weeks every October for me here in Arkansas, a little earlier up north and into November down south.
This pattern begins each fall as the leaves begin to die and the water turns over to show its ugly side. When the water temperatures drop below 50 it’s over, gone for another year.
The turnover positions fish in certain areas of the lake, usually major feeder creeks or huge flats. It’s always an area with plentiful baitfish nearby. Continue reading this article at this LINK…..
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