I would come roaring up my my bass boat, cut the throttle just as I get to the swim platform, wityh a loud UNNNGGGGGHHHH get out of the drivers seat making sure that I have the machine with the flashing lights and the machine that goes beep on and in full view of the spectators that have rushed down to the bank in order to, (no doubt), watch me, the master, fish this section of lake that they happen to vacation by.
Then I would slowly lean over, trying to get past my rotund exposed belly, and pick up one of my many ultra-expensive rod and reel combos, and display it to the spectators on shore so they can admire the fact that I have something they don't have.
Realizing that I forgot to drop the bowmount trolling motor I would bellow a particularly offensive explitive, toss my afore-mentioned rod and reel combo, lumber over to the bow of my blinding sparkly bass boat, and with an even louder grunt pull the handle and drop it into the water.
Then I would cast my lure and expertly bounce it of the dock only leaving one lure behind that had the mis-fortune of hooking it self into the easily accessible side of the dock.
That is how I would fish that area.