Dad and I fished yesterday afternoon and evening after my furious seven hour drive to the mountains of western North Carolina. Lake James is a tough lake: crystal clear, limited structure, and very deep. This place is all about expectation management. Our primary target is smallmouth bass which don't always cooperate with your fishing plans. Dad hooked one early, but it popped off next to the boat. I later hooked a very nice largemouth that jumped and spit the hook. Just when hope was beginning to fade, Dad hooked up and said "what is this?" I saw the body and exclaimed "striper!" After further review, Dad's day saver turned out to be a white bass. As far as white bass goes this was a good one. The state record is five pounds. Way to go Dad!
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