Hey everybody. Just got back from my Junior Bassmaster tournament (Missouri) that was held at Mark Twain Lake. It was tough to say the least, but here's how it went (WARNING: THIS IS LONG!).
Pre-Fishing:
Saturday morning we got launched at about 6 am. The whole day was brutal. My dad got one big explosion on a frog at about 7 am, but that was it for a while. Day went on, and we couldn't get anything. Not even a dink. Until about 1 pm I stumbled on a jig pattern and thought I could maybe get a few keepers the next day on it. After that, we called it quits.
After a good nap and an early dinner, we hit the lake again. We put in at 6 pm. Right off the bat we started catching fish on a whole new pattern. My dad caught a good 3.7 pounder on a spinnerbait, and I was catching some shorts every once in a while. We found some spots that we marked for Sunday, and we called it quits.
Tournament day:
I got paired up with a kid that didn't weigh in a keeper all last year, but I knew we would be on fish all day, and that loosing streak was about to come to an end. We launched at 5:30 am and took off to a flooded point that was about 1 ft. deep and had weeds all over it (where my dad got the frog bite). We were both throwing buzzbaits across the point when all of sudden, I see a wake coming toward my buzzbait. All of a sudden, my buzz is just sucked under the water (like a vacuum). I set the hook too early and loose the fish. Day progresses, and I am catching loads of short fish, tons of white bass, a cat fish, and even a crappie...but no keepers. Mean while, my co-angler has 4 keepers that so far weigh about 8 ½ pounds. He had been catching them like crazy on a chartreuse & white chatterbait. I couldn't buy a keeper with a spinnerbait, so I opted for something a little different: a Scrounger Head. We headed for that flooded point one last time. I throw my Scrounger across all the weeds when...BAM! Finally a good fish. I'm reeling it in and all of a sudden...nothing. My rod was bent, but nothing. I'm wrapped up! I screamed. I was not letting this fish get away. I gave it a good tug, and the fish got untangled. I boated it and the fish went 14 ¾ inches. It's not a giant, but it's a fish. Only problem was, the legal limit was 15 inches. I went with my gut, and threw it in the live well anyways. Last spot we went to was a small cove with a bunch of small bluffs. My co-angler nailed a nice 4 pounder...It was awesome, yet I'm furious because this kid is kickin my but.
Weigh in time comes around. Brian (my co-angler) weighs his in for a total of 12.99 pounds. He was the only one to weigh in for his age group (10-14). I tell Gil (my youth director) that I have a close fish, and we need to measure it. We measured for about a minute and a half when finally, the fish just crosses the 15 mark. I was stoked. I weighed in my fish that ended up being 1.66 pounds. The only other kid to catch a fish weighed his fish and it went 1.90 pounds. I came in second, but it was hard earned. A total of 3 people weighed in, which is a small amount. I'm happy with my second place finish because I'm 1 point behind the leader...and about 50 points ahead of everyone else.
Here's a fish Gil, our youth director, caught. It went 8.59 pounds and big bass for the adult tournament: