My brain was analyzing the situation. Perch and pickerel were all I found and it was saying this isn’t right, you need to change. My gut kept telling me I’m doing the right thing. I just needed to land on the right little patch and it wouldn’t be a school of perch, but a school of bass.
I showed up to the launch just after it was getting light out. It was going to be a chilly day with a chance of rain coming through so I wasn’t in a huge hurry to get going.
I woke up Monday morning in Kissimmee still feeling good about my performance at the TENvitational. Riding that high, I took my time packing up and loading the truck for the next leg of my journey. It was on to Lake Seminole for the first Hobie BOS event of the season. This was going to … Continue reading Florida Roadtrip 3: Lake Seminole
Tournament day was finally here and I couldn’t wait to put that first fish on the board! Launch time came and I took off towards my first waypoint.
I chose to start my trip off on Lake Gentry. The idea was simple, stay off the big lakes. I preferred smaller lakes anyway, and felt they would be less pressured.
It was my 8th cast of Sunday morning, not even three minutes after lines in and she smoked the chatterbait. Not a giant, but a 15.75-inch smallmouth on the board that early was a good sign and I was pumped. A feeling that would quickly fade as the day went on. Maybe I should back … Continue reading Day Two Struggles in Maine
Round lake was shaping up to be an interesting event. It is a very small lake, only 330 acres. This year it looked like we would have close to 20 anglers so we were going to be packed into that little lake like sardines.
My alarm went off and I made my first cast. It only took a few minutes and I was hooked up. A nice 16.25-inch largemouth and I was on the board at 7:06! This was shaping up just how I expected.
I competed at the Lake Erie Open in 2018 and had finished well. I had found some main lake smallmouth, but did most of my fishing in the bay. This year I felt I really needed to stick to the main lake and get on those giant smallmouth. This thinking would soon come back to haunt me.
It had been a long week without any fishing. It was now Friday afternoon, just after 3:30 and I had enough. I shut down my work station and took off for Lake George.