I usually pay pretty close attention to a fishing partner’s level of success with a particular lure.
If I see something I have never used and see a guy catching a ton a fish with it, I would normally give it a try.
But this one took me much longer to give in to. That was a poor decision on my part.
For a couple of years I have heard about and watched my best friend, Roger Lewis, use what he and his boys called the “Wacky Worm.”
Now what I learned first is that name refers more to the presentation and rigging of the bait than to its actual name.
It turns out this bait is made by the STRIKE KING LURE COMPANY and is called the Shim-E-Stick.
As I said, I had seen this bait in action. Roger, Steve, Brian and David had all caught lots of bass on this bait. However, because of its look I just could not bring myself to throw something at bass that look this, well, silly.
It is simply a straight, 6-inch plastic bait with a hook going through its center. They rig it with no weight and just let it sink slowly into the strike zone.
Not only does this bait look silly, but the name of the Lewis’ favorite color added to its distraction for me.
“Sweet Tator Pie” is not a reasonable color name for a true bass bait. Every time they said the name and hooked one on, I was even surer I had no need to try it.
So last spring I had the pleasure of spending a couple of days bass fishing with Roger and his twin sons, David and Brian.
We were in a friendly completion with Rog and me in one boat fishing against the boys in their boat. Most bass and largest fish were the contests. I was the only one not throwing the wacky worm.
I could spend the next several hundred words telling you what happened but let it suffice to say that the wacky worm out-fished anything I threw 3-to-1.
Not only did the boys bury us on numbers, but Roger hammered me in our boat, as well. I still was not willing to give in.
It was about 7:30 the second morning. Roger and I were several bass behind the boys. According to Roger it was because I was not throwing the right bait.
Rog made a cast to a stick-up and his worm got nailed. I manned the net as he fought the huge bass. It was my pleasure to net a 7-pound largemouth bass for my buddy.
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Among the congratulatory conversations was me asking to try a wacky worm. I had finally broken down. I had finally seen enough. I had finally made the decision to be a wacky worm angler. I have not been sorry for that decision.
Just last weekend I took my youngest son, Parker, on an evening-followed-by-morning bass fishing adventure.
Parker is a solid bass fisherman and loves pitching a grub and spinner. He, like me, is also a top water fanatic. I had told him about the wacky worm but he, again like me, was not convinced.
On the evening trip Parker cast many different types of bait. I used only the “Sweet Tatot Pie.” As we finished that evening I had beaten him 16 to 4.
Now I will give him the benefit of the doubt because he has a cast on one wrist. But I got lots more hits than he did.
