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Do you prefer a tube worm on a Texas Rig or a wacky worm on Carolina Rig? When you’re on the lake are you more likely to pull out your crawfish jig or the spinnerbait? Whatever your style, we want to see pictures!

Send us a picture on Twitter of your favorite bass fishing lure, and you will be entered to win a FLW Fishing Tourmanet used lure from Joe Nech!

Also, be sure to check in on Joe Nech’s Twitter handle, @joenech for updates through the rest of the week as he participates in the FLW Fishing Tournament at Beaver Lake in Arkansas, from April 26-29.

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As I was running Saturday morning I couldn’t remember the last time that I had ran on pine needles. The dogs and myself started down on west 4th street, ran up to the ditch trail, over to Hunter Creek, and up to the falls. It was beautiful up there in the big trees and I was kind of in shock that I had never been up that far before. I had hiked up hunter creek a few years ago and fished some of the pools, which by the way hold a lot of trout, but I had never made my way up to the falls. This is for sure going to become a regular run for me on cool to cold days. Rumor has it that the canyon is occupied by a large number of rattle snakes during the summer months, so as far as I am concerned that is not time or place to be running with dogs. I believe the rumors, as I distinctly remember getting buzzed by a snake on the before mentioned fishing trip. Unfortunately with the warm weather on the forecast this week, that probably means that I will not be running that particular trail again until late fall, as I always run with the dogs, adapting my running depending on the time of year to places that are safe for them. Saturdays run was one of the most enjoyable runs that I can remember in a long time.

Saturday afternoon I took my Step Dad out fishing at Pyramid Lake. It had been a long time since he had caught a trout on a fly rod, so I figured this would be a great opportunity to get him going again. It was really windy and rainy on the way up to the lake, but as it often works out, it was beautiful down at the water. Only a few quick rain showers and lots of sun to keep us warm. We had a great time, and ol’ Pops put three nice fish in the net. He took me fishing a countless number of times when I was a kid so it was really nice to take him fishing for a change.

Jay Kincaid

It seems like it has been forever since I have gone out and caught a trout. Last Saturday I was able to sneak out for a half day, and I spent that time fishing up at Pyramid Lake. I was still a bit slow, but at least fish were being caught. I was lucky and caught a fish on my first cast. The rest of the anglers on the beach didn’t particularly appreciate that… After that I hooked two more fish, and that was it. My buddy Paolo was catching them pretty good and he was standing right next to me, so at the least I was entertained during my own slow periods. Nothing really big was landed that I saw. I guy about 50 yards down the beach lost one right at the net that would have probably gone around 6 pounds. I thought for a second that guy might have an epic meltdown after losing that fish, but for the sake of my own entertainment, no such luck.

Saturday morning I ran 20 miles in the mountains with the dogs. Two years ago, or even last year, Porter would have never been tired after a run like that. Saturday he was dragging just a bit. Maybe it was just an off day for him, but never the less, the thought of him getting old breaks my heart.

Jay Kincaid

I would love to be able to post picture of grand adventures and large trout. The reality is that between running, wrestling, and changing diapers I have had little time for anything else outside of work. I have fished the river for a few minutes a handful of times in the last couple of weeks, but with no success. I even made a trip out to Pyramid Lake to try to catch a big lake trout, but after starring into wide open waters for a couple of hours with no action I packed up and called it a day.

Last week I sprained my knee while wrestling. I thought that I had really hurt myself, but it turned out to be no big deal and after a couple of days I was off and running again. It wasn’t as bad as I had feared. I have about 6 weeks of training left for the 32 mile race in May, so there is no time to be sitting around not running.

The good news is that the dogs have been getting a lot of miles in with me while I am out training for the trail race next month. They are fit and happy, and if hunting season was to start again tomorrow they would be all ready to go. I got my big game applications sent in, so now it is just waiting until mid June to find out if I drew any tags. This is always a big deal as I comb through hunt statistics from the year before like I am trying to break some kind of military code. I also try to stick to a strict diet of meat on the day that I send in my application, for good luck, of course. I am feeling it this year, so maybe I will get lucky. With that said, I think that I am going to get lucky every year, but the tags that I am looking for seldom show up in the mail....

I am hoping that this weekend I will get a full day on the river fishing. It has been a while since I’ve caught a good trout, and hopefully I can change that soon.

Below is a picture of me back when I was a just a little guy trying to catch a trout. Some things never change.

Jay Kincaid

On day ONE of practice the wind blew 30 mph and I spent most of my day up the Seneca river. I didn't get many bites but the bites I got came on a PJ Lures 7/16 oz shaky head on chunk rock around bridges.

Day TWO of practice (Monday) the wind blew 30 mph again. I decided to fish some of the muddy creeks that had fresh water running in them. I quickly realized this was a mistake. They were so muddy that sediment in the water caused my big motor to overheat. I had to shut down and let my motor cool before I could head for clear water. While waiting I put my trolling motor down and fished. Caught only 1 fish in muddy water. The fish were there but odds of catching them were low because they couldn't locate the bait easily in the thick water. I had to shut down 2 more times before I made it back to clear water. Then my trolling motor quit working and I had to head for the ramp. I got my boat out and luckily the guys at the Ranger service trailer were able to repair my trolling motor. The problem was a bad connection. I put back in and fished up 26 mile creek. I knew the fish were prespawn and if they wanted to move up that creek to spawn they would have to pass under the bridges. So with the lake low and most of the cover out of the water I knew that the bridges and chunk rock around them would fish good because the rocks would heat up with the Sun and that would warm the fish so they could move into the choke point under the bridge to feed up before moving further back in the creek. I only fished rock with sun on it. This strategy worked well. I caught many fish that day. In fact it worked too good. It didn't take long before everyone else figured out the same pattern.

On day THREE of practice I went back up the Seneca river and tried to refine my bridge pattern. By afternoon I realized that this shallow pattern wouldn't hold up through the tournament because too many anglers were on it and the fish would be wiped clean very quickly. So I moved out into deeper water and began looking for fish along underwater points. I did not catch any fish doing this.

Wednesday was our off day and we couldn't be on the lake. So I prepared for Thursday when the tournament would begin. While waiting for takeoff Thursday morning I decided to go back to the underwater point even though I hadn't caught a fish there in practice and it payed off. I immediately caught a fish on the NECH WILDERNESS SPOON. However within minutes the Sun got high and the fish shut down. So I moved on to my bridge pattern. I didn't catch a keeper the rest of the day. Looking back I should have downsized my weight. The fish were heavily pressured and this would have made a difference.

On day TWO of the tournament it was cloudy and rainy so I went straight to my underwater point. The fish were there but so was Clark Wendlandt. I drew a late boat number and that's how it goes. Clark was on the sweet spot, a little saddle on the point. All I could do was fish around and hope he left. He didn't so I moved out and began targeting them further out along the point. We caught a few before that muddy water began pushing out of the creek and onto our point. I stayed when I should have gone. Finally toward the end of the day I abandoned the point and just went in search of clear water. I found a main lake rock slide and immediately caught 3 more fish. Unfortunately only one was a keeper. That was the end of the day for me. In hindsight the tournament winner Brent Ehrler was doing the same pattern things I was. The main difference was that he was drop shotting the fish on those points and I was using faster presentations. It is a fine line between success and failure.

FLW Tour pro angler Joe Nech.