Bass Lures I Need to Start Throwing Again
Like anything else, fishing lures go in and out of style. Depending on weather patterns, media coverage and personal whims, certain baits become popular and are the summarily forgotten. I’m as guilty of this “shiny object” fallacy as anyone else. I can only fish one bait at a time, and as I increasingly have more options that means certain players get put on the bench for no good reason. Here are a handful that I used to fish frequently, that I still own in abundance, yet for some reason don’t get a lot of my love. I hereby resolve to work them back into the rotation.
Of course, there are also some lures that I never really stopped throwing, but need to throw even more.
Foremost among these is the Zoom Centipede. I used to Carolina Rig it, fish it on a Slider Head, and also a light Texas Rig. It skips like a banshee and attracts more than just small fish. I used one to catch my sole Virginia citation, an 8-pounder from Lizard Creek on Lake Gaston circa March of 2001.
Along those same lines, years ago veteran bass pro Randy Dearman introduced me to the Bass Pro Shops Stud Fry, a similarly stubby piece of plastic with little nubs on it. I subsequently beat several partners with it out of the back of the boat, including one at Rayburn who then had a whole bunch overnighted to him before his tournament. Today the closest facsimile is the Smash Tech Bubble Fry.
There are also some that I never really threw, but own and need to examine.
There’s the Sebile Magic Swimmer, which for a brief snapshot in history was one of the hardest-to-acquire production baits around. It was particularly popular on the blueback herring lakes of the southeast. I understand that it still has a following among striper freaks. I bought a few, but I’m not sure that I ever fished them, let alone caught anything.
Another hard bait that I need to dredge up is the old Arbogast Mudbug. It produced my first legit 5-pound largemouth as a pre-teen. All I had at the time was a medium-action spinning rod and I remember that bringing the darn thing back to the boat felt like fighting a fish the whole way. If nothing else, I need to try it for old time’s sake.