Had another kayak tournament this past weekend at one of my favorite smallmouth lakes. Wasn't sure what to expect, lake was 4' high and dirty, not great smallmouth conditions. I tried for about an hour in prefishing to fish for largemouth and hated every second of it, so I went smallmouth fishing. 2 hours later, I was done prefishing. I was going to fish the sides of flooded boat ramps where they transitioned from concrete to chunk rock. They seemed to be schooling in large numbers on them for some reason.
Tournament morning I started at the state park ramp because I'd caught some fish in the surrounding area as well as the ramp. My first few cast netted 2 sauger and a crappie, not what I'd hoped for. About 15 minutes in, I finally caught a 15.5" smallie and next cast a 15.25" fish. Not the fish I needed, but better than nothing. After about 30 minutes and only managing to lose 1 more fish, I started to drift across the ramp and fishing my Ned rig really slowly down the ramp. I thought I hit a rock but my rod tip slowly started to bend. An angry smallie went airborne immediately but the hook held and I scooped a 19 incher.
I fished the other side of the ramp but couldn't get anything off it for some reason. I peddled to a bank I'd caught a couple in practice but another kayak was parked there. I moved down from him a little ways and caught another 15.25" fish my first cast. Nothing else came from that bank so I went back to the ramp. I was already starting to feel like I was at the wrong ramp. There was so many other anglers at this one. I went back to the ramp and fired a long cast and picked off another 15.5" fish. I tried for another half hour to get bit again but nothing was happening, so I threw the kayak in the truck and moved to the other ramp.
I was really happy to find only 1 other kayak at that ramp and they were a long way from where I was going to fish. Again, I started with a small walleye, but then the next hour I went on a tear of smallmouth catching. It seemed I was constantly catching fish every couple cast, but I was only culling small amounts. I got a 16.25", 16.5", 16.75" and had a 17.25" literally almost jump into my net laying on the front of my kayak.
It really felt like a matter of time before a bigger one happened, and then a truck pulled into the parking lot and out jumped 3 people. All 3 came straight down the bank, and for the next hour I was dodging bobbers and crappie jigs, untangling lines, doing everything I could to be nice and keep my cool, but it was more than I could take, I loaded up and left to the ramp where I'd camped at down the lake. I had caught a couple nice smallmouth there, including a 19.5" fish from the bank, and it's one of my favorite big fish areas normally, but it also was even dirtier than the rest of the lake. They'd released a ton of water overnight and with it being in a shallower part of the lake, I think the fish backed off, I only caught 2 more small bass the rest of the day. I had a heartbreak drum and back to back channel cats in the last 30 minutes that were all big disappointments. Despite the difficulties, I managed to pull out a 3rd place finish and my 19" smallmouth was 2nd big bass of the day.