The “Strange” and The “Bad”
This weekend was a little bit of everything. It had it’s fare share of good, bad, and strange. Rather than get into rambling about everything let me quickly tell you what the bad and the strange was and then go into details about the good.
Strange - Thursday during pre-fishing, I made a 30 minute run up into the back of a river system where you couldn’t find 5ft of water if you tried. It was real skinny and dirty water. Because of the low 60 degree water temps that the main river was showing, I had figured I could find a good flipping bite in the extreme shallows. I picked an area that had an abundance of cover with the deepest water in the area. Unfortunately, I found every kind of wildlife you could imagine except bass. One particular was a snake that crossed the river and ran right at the boat. Now just like every fisherman, I can exaggerated with the best of them, but I am not exaggerating when I say this snake was pushing 9ft. long. I don’t know about the rest of you, but this was by far the biggest snake I had ever seen outside of a zoo or on tv. As it go a couple of feet from the boat, it raised it’s head up out of the water like it was going to get onto the boat. When it did so I put my 80lb. Minn Kota on 100 and got the heck out of dodge. This thing was as thick around as my forearm and had a head on it the size of my fist. The snake eventually turned and headed toward the bank and disappeared. I believe it was only a black snake, but my practice partner (Tunny Sullivan) thinks it was a pet boa that had been released. I told him he was crazy. Still, 9ft. regardless of the species is enough to get my nerves jumping. For the rest of the time we were in that area, I was jumpy as all hell. I flinched everytime I got a tap on the line and continued to turn around to look at the water behind me. The only way to get me and my buddies reset button to work was to fire up the outboard and move on out of there.
Bad - I spent a two full days of pre-fishing the Upper Chesapeake Bay in an attempt to find the bass. This was only the second time I had been on this particular body of water and was looking for some sweet redemption after posting a 0 weight last year. All week long the weather had been in the 70’s and sunny. The bass were finally getting to the point where they should be locking on the beds, especially around a full moon. The day before the tournament the weather opened and dropped just shy of 2ft. of rain and reduced the air temps from the mid 70’s to the low 50’s. In addition to that, tournament day was calling for 20-25 mile an hour winds. There was a good chance that my fish along with everybody else’s where going to develop a case of lock jaw and pull back away from where they were located overnight. Not the ideal conditions for a tournament fisherman.
I will write another post about the “Good” which will list the details of my tournament day on the water, but a 9 ft. snake and a cold front with thunderstroms and a 20 degree drop in temps qualifies as a weekend of strange and bad.
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