It was poised to be an exciting 11 days of fishing in the Adirondack and Catskill parks. The Adirondack KBF Blue Line Brawl had kicked off and the fish were starting to pop up on the leaderboard.
Going into this event, I had a very weird feeling about it. I prefished the weekend before and found my fish where I usually find them. But with the water levels high, the structure that was in 4 feet was now in 10 feet of water and I needed an entirely different approach.
The pattern was a numbers game. I was catching tons of fish, and it would just take time to get enough bigger ones to make a decent bag.
This year, Adirondack KBF went back to Lake Champlain and I was determined to do better. I watched every episode of FLW or BASS that had a tournament on Champlain. I poured over navionics maps. I studied aerial images, and tried to figure out just what I wanted to do.
It was over 30 years ago when I went on my first camping trip to this remote lake deep in the Adirondack Park. I was far too young to remember that exact trip, or even the subsequent few trips we made. The first time I really remember, I must have been maybe 7 or 8 … Continue reading Four Days in the Adirondack Park
My alarm went off at 5:00 AM and I was beat. But still, it was much nicer than the 1:30 AM alarm I had the previous day for the Lake George Trail. I got up and got ready to make the 2 hour drive to Old Forge for the Adirondack Paddlefest. It was Round 2 … Continue reading May Double Header Part II: The Adirondack Paddlefest
I had studied the maps and lake bathymetry over and over again and found a great area near a public beach at the north end. I knew that at any moment a school of big smallies could pull in on any of these spots. It was as good as anything so I rolled with it.
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The upcoming weekend was the first ever FLW-KBF event, Nickajack Lake, and I was going. I was fired up, and quite nervous. There was an opportunity to walk across the big stage of the FLW, hear Chris Jones call out my name, maybe even get a signature WOW. This was big.
Two tournaments, about 900 miles of driving, 3 days of pedaling my kayak, and only 12 hours of sleep. It was a crazy weekend.