Yes, I know the picture sucks. But hang with me. There’s a reason I used it.
The day this theory clicked for me will never leave my head. I was fishing a tournament about 15 years ago on my home lake. To be totally honest, the conditions and the fishing were terrible all day long. The air temperature was in the low 40s, the wind was blowing about 20mph and the sun was nowhere to be found. As you can tell from the above photo, I was all skin and bones and I didn’t have anywhere near the “natural” insulation that I do now (some may call it “fat”, but I digress). It was freakin’ miserable out there for my scrawny little butt.
In an effort to get out of the persistent wind, I decided to make a short run across the lake and duck into a little creek to warm up a little bit. It was around lunchtime and I didn’t have anything in my livewell, so I was essentially just wasting time until weigh-in. As I got about halfway in to the pocket, however, I noticed a few white spots around the back corners of each boat docks. There was no way they were beds, right?
I slid my cheap, polarized gas-station sunglasses onto my face and as sure as the day is long, there were shadows (bass) all over those white spots. Those were dang bass beds and there were bass actively occupying them. It was the first week of January and as I mentioned earlier, absolutely miserable conditions.
To make a long story short, I flipped up a dang good limit of bass in about 20 minutes and won the tournament. The photo you see above is my biggest of the day. I know it’s a poor-quality photo but I felt the need to include it in this piece.
Zoom in and look at her tail: There was blood dripping all over my boat carpet because she was actively making a bed 3 months earlier than most folks around here think that behavior actually happens. So were the other four bass I weighed that day.
That day clued me into this behavior and I was able to replicate that success for the next decade or so. I’m not saying that it was like clockwork, but I always felt like I had a chance of catching a giant shallow-water bass in January and February. I might not always catch a limit or win a tournament but by gosh, I’d have a legitimate shot at a 6-pounder every time I put my boat in the water.
I’m a simple dude with a simple mind, so of course, I make a concerted effort to simplify most things in my mind. I’m not a biologist, I don’t pretend to be one and to be quite honest, I don’t want to be one. I’m simply going from my personal experience and success.
I think the biggest bass in the lake move shallow first—much sooner than most folks think. When the water temperatures creep up to the upper 40s, you better be thinking about fishing some shallow water. These big females, in my opinion, move up first because there is less competition for suitable spawning grounds. This early move gives them the proverbial pick of the litter and allows them to find what they consider to be the best spot for their individual needs.
I don’t think they necessarily spawn when they make this move. I’ve always called it “shopping for real estate”. They’re browsing their potential bedding areas and not to mention, they’ve been hanging out in deep water for a few months and not eating much. So they’re hungry as a hippo and they’re ready to eat anything that comes past their noses. These big females instinctually know when their spawning window is approaching and it’s tough on their bodies. So they’re very apt to chase big and fast-moving baits right now to fill up before the mayhem commences. It’s just like if the two of us went shopping for a new piece of land and stopped to grab a cheeseburger while we’re out.