The 6th tournament of the kayak circuit I'm fishing this year was Saturday. It was at a place called Mined Wildlife Area in southeastern Kansas, which is over 1,000 strip pits spread out over a huge area. There was 4 different clubs in the tournament, including the local one, so a lot of locals were in that knew them well, had my work cut out for me. I've fished down there several times, but a lot of these guys fish them several times a month. To make it worse, 2 of my favorite pits had been drained, 1 to be turned into a duck marsh, 1 so they could add a culvert. I was not feeling confident at all.
I drove down Friday morning to prefish and went straight to my favorite pit. Normally, it has pretty good water clarity, but when I pulled up to it, I could tell it was dirty even in the early morning dim light. It was already hot at 6am, forcast in the upper 90's to low 100's both days and very little wind, it was brutal. I fished for 4 hours, caught 3 fish, the biggest just shy of 17". I left and went to a different pit that's very small but has good fish, and found a guy fishing it in his pond hopper. Went across the road to a different one and caught 2 15 inchers in 5 cast on swimbaits, and then not even a bite for the next 2 hours. Went and set up my tent and ate a sandwich before trying another pit that has some of the biggest fish in the state in it. I caught more fish than I had at the other 2 combined, but nothing even over 15". After that I went full panic mode and fished probably 8 more pits in the last 9 hours. I didn't measure many fish but I know I didn't break 80 inches. One of the guys in our club said he caught 100" of bass. I knew I was going to get crushed and had no idea where I was even fishing.
There was about 40-50 kayaks fishing Saturday. When everyone took off from our meeting to their starting spots, I sat in the parking lot talking to another guy and we both were just lost about what to do. I ended up deciding to go back to my muddy pit and hope for the best. I'd caught good limits of fish there 10 years ago, and I had nothing else. It was only a mile from takeoff, so I took my time setting up, drank a bunch of water, retied knots, switched a couple baits, pushed off and jumped in to get away from the mosquitos. Looked at the time, 5:45, time to fish. Literally missed a fish my first cast, hooked and lost him my next cast, 2 cast later, I boat a 16.75, which was as big as anything I'd caught in practice. I was just hoping to break 80", so that was a good start. I missed another bite and heard a big explosion behind me. Worked towards it and hooked up with a good fish that jumped a few times before I netted it. Not a monster, but an 18" bass looks giant when you've been catching 8-12 inchers the day before. I really thought I was going to do something with those 2 in the first 5 minutes. So an hour later, I'm looking for my next bite. Finally get it on a wacky rig, an 11.25" fish, not what I needed but #3 anyways. 30 minutes later, the voices are already going in my head, telling me I should have gone to the other pit I thought about going to this morning and if I leave now I could still maybe get a morning bite there. Then another one stopped my bait, another 16" fish had swallowed my homemade bladed jig. Told myself I just needed to calm down and grind them out. So that's what I did. I spent 6 hours on that pit, casting that bladed jig until my arm felt like it was going to fall off, going a hour between bites and then catching 2 back to back it felt like each time. When I finally decided to move around 11AM, I'd caught 11 fish and had a little over 84". When the day was over at 1:45PM, I had a little over 84". I wish I could have convinced myself it was going to be that tough for everyone and stayed there. First place was only 5" more than what I had. If I could have found a couple of the 20" fish I know live there, I had a shot. Still, with all the local knowledge, and for how tough it had been for me on Friday, I was happy with how I'd done. At the awards ceremony afterwards, I was even more surprised to find out I'd finished in 4th place overall in what turned out to be an extremely difficult day for everyone. Every one of my bigger fish was on a homemade bladed jig.