I’m a believer in the wind now
I reunited with an old high school mate that is a fishing fanatic like me and he agreed to fish the USA Bassin tourney with me, since my usual partner was entertaining a friend this weekend. My partner and I thought the river would be crowded today with the wind blowing, so we made up our minds yesterday that we were going down lake and start on wind blown points that have been producing. After a bumpy ride, we reached the first point and I pulled out the umbrella rig and he was throwing a 1/2 oz spinnerbait. Fish were hammering the a-rig first thing, but they were hitting the dummies. After about 10 minutes my partner tells me to get the net. He had a 3 lbs smallmouth that wanted to go for a boat ride. We fished on around the first point into the adjacent pocket and he says…get the net again. This fish had his rod bent double and we just new it was a monster smallmouth…nope…5 lbs hybrid. We fished on around the bank without another bite. We idled back to the point and started around again. I picked up my sexy shad trap as we went across the point and into the cove. All of a sudden something about jerked the rod out of my hands and the fight was on. I fought the fish for a good 2-3 minutes and it finally came up…6 lb hybrid. We decided we would head to another spot that produced a couple of keepers last week. We fished around with no luck and we started down the bank there was an isolated stump and I flipped a camo colored jig on that stump and one slammed it. I told my partner to get the net. As I got the fish to the boat he decided to make a run under the boat. I let him have some line. As he came out from under the boat, my partner went to net him and missed…hitting the fish and knocking him off. Keeper #2 would have been a 3.5 lbs largemouth. We fished on around the pocket and point and decided We should go back and try the first spot again.
We pulled up on the point and I let my partner have the trolling motor while I tied on a jerkbait. Next thing I know he is yelling get the net…I have a toad. Sure enough a 4.5 lbs largemouth rolls up and goes for a boat ride with us. We follow the same patter as earlier and I catch a few short fish on a trap. As we start down the adjacent bank…I hear the all too familiar…get the net. This time a toad smallmouth rolls up and goes for a ride with us. it’s 11 a.m. and we have 3 very good fish in the boat, so spirits were high. At this point, we figured we had beat that point and pocket to death so we ran behind 4 corners. As we get to where the oldrock wall runs out…guess what I heard…get the net. A +3 lbs largemouth joins his buddies in the livewell. We continued slow rolling spinnerbaits down and over the rock wall and picked up another short fish. It’s nearing 1 p.m. by this time, so I told my partner I knew where we could get the 5th keeper. We saddled up and headed to ski cove in Stewarts Creek. The last few weeks, the left bank at the front and right bank in the back have been lights out. I had confidence that we would pick up the 5th keeper in a short period of time. We ran the same pattern that has produced countless keepers the last two weeks and didn’t even get a sniff. By this time, we had to pack it up and head to the weigh-in. We ended up finishing 4th place with 15.31 pounds. Had we picked up the keeper from the morning we would have been right at 19 pounds and finished 2nd, I believe. All in all bites were hard to come by for us, but when we got a bite…it was the right one. With the exception of the 1 mistake, we fished clean all day.
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