To many Arkansans, Greers Ferry Lake is known as "The Dead Sea." Like most big things in life, Greers is open to interpretation. A super-high-water, cold, cloudy, rainy early spring day would be looked as a bad thing by many..."The Dead Sea couldn't be deader." We just couldn't accept that. Friday, March 28, 2008 was not a bad day at all. After having our Fisher's of Men Tournament cancelled on Bull Shoals Lake, Cledas (yep...that is his name) and I drained all of the winter blah out of the boat and dropped it in Greers Ferry Lake at the Old Hwy. 25 Ramp. The water was VERY high (note the parking lot lines under the water), but that did not stop the ultimate demise of these 47 fish.
We fished in the woods in the back of Big Peter Creek with Smithwick Rogues, Lucky Craft Pointers and Live Pointers (Chartruese Shad). The white bass and hybrids were in spawning mode and were ready to eat. The woods were so thick that we were basically pitching these baits like you would a jig.
We pitched them out 10-20 feet or so and jerked them down a foot or two near the bushes....bammm!!! So sweet. I could do that everyday of my life. If we didn't actually get bit, we at least had a "flasher" or "follower". The fish were relating to the original creek channel as well as the merging of the clear and stained water. Stick a bush in the middle of that flavor of water and there were fish in it. 
The Kentucky Bass are not far behind these whites and hybrids. Cledas captured three, the biggest is pictured. He also managed to land a hybrid bigger than mine, but I chose to only picture mine for obviously prideful reasons...:)
This bite should last the rest of the week at least. If you can at all, go get 'em.
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