If I may step in and say something....IB, There is not one thing wrong with that paint job, notta. Hear me out...they  dont  always  want "the purty ones". I have dobbed paint on a few over the years and some of them have been fish catch'n son of a guns! But just to type a little pre-revived description... A Bill Norman's Deep Little N gone bad.... I filled it with water once it cracked on me and used it for a deep diving sinker bait(sank like a rock!)...ran through deep tops and laydowns like a charm! The paint on the original bait had been through all kinds of use/abuse and tackle box wear and tear, as well as, dipping dyes and stinkbait treatments over the years and the paint job was just all used up. Now the process ....Once I cleaned it, I filled it and sealed the hole. And then I painted it....BWAAHAHAHAHAHA! I used pastels from my daughters small collection of craft paint (btw, they look a bit brighter when wet ), painted the bait what I had intended to be some sort of semi-high viz green with a black back. Well, the back was black but it turned out flat black. The green was the dullest pale green which was somewhere between faded light olive and a dull mint color...LOL. I sealed the paint job and let it all dry anyway. A few days later, that's when I discovered they don't ALWAYS want the purty ones. The thing about this bait is that it was just a mediocre bait before hand and quickly became one of my all-time favorite cranks. I used it for two years or so before it got so stuck I had to break it off . If I still had it I would surely post a pic of it. I will say this...yours looks REALLY GOOD compared.  Use it anyway!

I painted an entire FORD tractor with a chicken feather once...slick as a button!

Thanks, buzzbait.

WW, I was just going to ask the same thing! 

I have an update for all of you!!!! Please read below:

Time to Get Crankin’ –

UPDATE: 06-26-09

Simply Unbelievable! Praise the Lord!

3:00 PM

I got to my “home” lake (Steel Lake) to give my crankbait its maiden trial and to get its action on video for the archives.  Although it was a bit of a challenge to troll the crank and film at the same time with my limited capability digital camera I managed to capture what I needed.

Next, I tried to film a cast but wasn’t too successful.  I reeled the crankbait to about 10 feet from the dock and stopped to put away the camera when all of a sudden, an 18” bass comes out of nowhere and zips right up to my floating bait to within kissing distance.  It stops, circles it like a shark and swims away.

My excitement level shot up a bit.  Next cast, nothing.  After a few more casts, a school or about 10-12 baby bass come out to inspect it and turn away.

The positive thing is that it has gotten the bass’ attention but something was missing from the equation that prevented them from committing to strike.  I rubbed some Megastrike on it, casted it out, and got a hit! Unfortunately, I acted like a dear in the headlights and the command from my brain to my hand to start reeling was left in the queue and not getting through.  Bottom line was I lost this one.  I had to pick up my son from school so this session was over.

8:00 PM

Enter lake number two, Bradley Lake.  I make it to the floating dock that was already occupied by a few people.  I made a cast right next to some submerged grass and my son tried his hand at reeling one cast in.  A few more casts (all of these cast in only about five minutes), SMASH!!!!!  My rod slammed down hard and the two guys next to me immediately took notice.

This time, instinct took over and not the deer in the headlights action that happened earlier.  I don’t know what is wrong with me, but I have been “Iaconelli’ing” it lately when I have hooked into decent-sized fish.  I was shouting out things like, “Yeah!!  That’s right!!  Yeahhh (mental fist pump)!!  My first fish on a homemade lure!!  Yeahhh (mental double fist pump)!!  Yeah (mental high five)!!  That’s right, baby!!!  Yeahhh!!!  I embarrassingly concede that everyone within a 150’ radius heard me because a group of people suddenly appeared along the bank on both sides of the dock.

I knew I had a good-sized fish on but something was telling me it was probably not a largemouth bass.  A large, silvery-pale torpedo shaped body nearing the water’s surface confirmed it.  It was a trout.  A big trout!  I was not targeting, but I will take it.

I observed that the trout hammered the belly treble quite aggressively, such that it wasn’t going to come off.  My Shimano Curado 101D and Clarus trunk rod made short work of this most excellent battle.  The gentleman next to me was kind enough to offer his net and assistance. I carefully guided the trout into the net.

I removed the treble, took two photos, measured her, revived, and released this beauty as soon as I could.  She swam away just fine.

She measured 20” and I give a best guess estimate weight of maybe 3 lbs.






My heart was still pounding and my hands were still shaking ten minutes after this blessed experience as a million thoughts coursed through my mind:

1.   The first fish off of my first homemade crankbait.
2.   The first fish I ever caught out of Bradley Lake after numerous attempts through two seasons.
3.   The biggest trout I ever caught in my life.
4.   Holy Smokes!  The trout bit all the way through to the balsa!



This lure making journey has really come full circle, from inspiration to conception, from to construction and examination and culminating into a hooked and landed fish.

My son reminded me that I promised to take him to Krispy Kreme for a treat, and who would I be to disagree?  After all, this was definitely an occasion to celebrate.


A photo of the lake; You can see the dock in the background.

Lastly, I would like to say it was a pleasure to meet Tom and Chris who were also fishing on the dock.  Thanks for bearing with a long-winded story, but I am unable to keep it contained.

-ib