The fishing was fantastic. Beautiful lake unlike any most of us will fish, surrounded by the Sierra Madre mountains. Tons of rocks. Thick forests of abrasive thorn trees with steep, deep drops into great depths.

We hit Lake Comedero during the January wave post spawn and still could go to spots that were loaded with small to very nice bass. Often, the best spots where on sheer bluff banks where a medium cast to the wall put you in 40 feet of water. The first afternoon, shortly after an excellent shore lunch, I hooked another bass on a Kicker Fish Shad Stick off the top of a thorn tree out from a hot bluff Jim Sprague and I had been spanking good bass off of. For some reason, I had only remembered 1 big bag of Xtreme Bass Tackle 5" melon tinsel X-worms and at the rate Jim and I were catching bass, it wasn't going to last the week, so I kept switching off. I brought a lot of big topwater and other specialty lures - more on them later.
The thing about these bass is many of them fought hard, and found the thorn trees quickly. The Grande bass would surprise us often, we found as the week progressed, by feeling like one of the 'regular' bass for the first part of the fight before breaking the surface which is when the excitement really amped up!! Exactly how that first big one I caught went. Starting out like any other bass, I did not shout the later familiar warning, "GRANDE!!" until the monster busted out of the water in a gill-rattling, head-bigger-than-a-5-pounder explosion!!
I thought it was a 12-pounder!! They don't grow like that up here in Michigan often. After 5 awesome, heartbreaking jumps with my own heart beating worse than the first time I saw a deer on opening day, guide Jose netted the big girl while Jim kept shooting pictures. Out came the scales and Jose exclaimed, "Ocho – ocho!!" Spanish for 8 – 8.
