My last post was about some frustration I was feeling with my tournament partner. We did some talking, and both hit the water with a positive attitude this past weekend.
Really, what other choice do you have, especially when it's a lake neither of us had ever seen before, and also our last normal tournament of the year together?
We didn't prefish, but had talked to several others who had, and they didn't have much luck doing so. So we set our expectations low, aimed for getting a limit to weigh in, and sent it.
It was 4 hours into the tournament when he boated our first keeper. We tried to turn that into a pattern, but it didn't work. With 2 hours to go, I got our second keeper, a barely legal smallie, and then another one.
We had 3 fish, out of the 5 we needed, to go to weigh in with any dignity, with about 45min left. I bombed a chatterbait into a tree, over a dock I was casting at, shook free, and got a 2lb largemouth at the moment my bait hit the water. I threw the chatterbait around shallow structure for a few more minutes, to no avail. Things were starting to feel desperate. I don't know what possessed me to tie on the 6th sense tail spinner at that moment, especially since it's something I have only used in near freezing and generally deeper water, but I started burning it and ripping it through the shallow cover.
BAM! 3lber! My partner caught another and culled the dink smallmouth. Then with 10 minutes to go, I cracked a 4.9 on that stupid tail spinner, in about a foot of water, landing us in 1st place, for the first time this year, and bringing in the lunker prize. The extra little bit of money was very helpful, cause I'm getting married Saturday. 🤯
Last year, we won 5 out of our 12 tournaments, including both 2 day tournaments that our club does.
Mid October, we have the championship 2 day tournament thing, that our club calls their "classic", that we managed to meet the qualifications for. Wish us luck.
Bonus pics: my kid, Mordecai, driving my boat.
Posted by ExcuseNormal2416