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Ibtsoom & I had planned to prefish the Blackjack tournament Friday, but with the 30 mph howler blowing we decided to fore-go that experience and give it our best shot Saturday. We weren't sure what the water was going to look like in the morning, so we figured we'd head out from the DC and scout around the South shoreline if the bay was too hacked up. It was surprisingly smooth so our intrepid captain, Mike, aimed the boat towards the North shore and the scarily named "Snake Island Cove". Oddly enough, there were no snakes. There was, however, the biggest moron in a boat I've ever seem. He was in a big V hull and stuck, churning up the biggest mud rooster tail I've ever seen. He got stuck several times and continued his effort to destroy his lower unit. He eventually escaped from Snake Island Cove only to run aground in every succeeding cove to the East (or at least that's what it sounded like).
Mike & I got situated and got out to wade and work the gut he'd been planning on (not my gut, so no comments from the peanut gallery). Mike was working soft plastics and I started with topwaters, but the wind started to come up so I switched to a corky. Mike headed north and I worked my way toward the shore with no bites. The cove was starting to get a little crowded, so I started working my way towards Mike and thinking, "Maybe I should change lures.." when the flounder hit. It's been so long since I caught one I couldn't figure out what it was. It was quite a bit bigger than I thought when I brought it up and stuck it on my stringer. One in the box.
Mike waded back to the boat and had a nice little trout and , so neither of us were skunked like last year. We started noticing a really nice color change so Mike set up a drift so we could cast across it We got one good drift before two more morons drove their boats right through the only pretty water in the bay. After that, we were done with the cove. By this time Mike has caught 8 trout (2 keepers) and 3 flounder (2 keepers). I also picked up a potato chip that I left behind to be caught another day. Five in the box.
The wind had been picking up so we decided to head east and see what the rest of the South shore was looking. After a short peruse Cap'n Mike decided the what we really needed was a good bone shaking boat ride back North across the bay to get out of the wind. We hit several spots on the south shore with nothing to show for our efforts and finally made our way into the DC, thinking about heading to the house. We decided to set up one last drift (thanks to the suggestion of a guy in big jonboat with a dog scouting the way).
We started working the shoreline and I picked up my only trout: not big, but now I had two fish to weigh in. Next Mike stuck his pig for the day: a beautiful 22" spec that had no intention of getting into our boat. Seven in the box.
We made the same drift a few more times with no luck and decided to head to the house and then the weigh in. we fished the same tournament together last year and had a tough grind with no fish to show for it, so it was really nice to have anything to show. I thought I might have a shot at 4th or 5th place with my flounder so It was a real surprise that I took second. It was another tough grind and really sweet to have something to show for all the effort. I've really got to hand it to Mike for putting us in the right spot at the right time so we could catch some fish.
And last but not least, I gotta say "Woo Hoo! It was freaking sweet!!"
Mike & I got situated and got out to wade and work the gut he'd been planning on (not my gut, so no comments from the peanut gallery). Mike was working soft plastics and I started with topwaters, but the wind started to come up so I switched to a corky. Mike headed north and I worked my way toward the shore with no bites. The cove was starting to get a little crowded, so I started working my way towards Mike and thinking, "Maybe I should change lures.." when the flounder hit. It's been so long since I caught one I couldn't figure out what it was. It was quite a bit bigger than I thought when I brought it up and stuck it on my stringer. One in the box.
Mike waded back to the boat and had a nice little trout and , so neither of us were skunked like last year. We started noticing a really nice color change so Mike set up a drift so we could cast across it We got one good drift before two more morons drove their boats right through the only pretty water in the bay. After that, we were done with the cove. By this time Mike has caught 8 trout (2 keepers) and 3 flounder (2 keepers). I also picked up a potato chip that I left behind to be caught another day. Five in the box.
The wind had been picking up so we decided to head east and see what the rest of the South shore was looking. After a short peruse Cap'n Mike decided the what we really needed was a good bone shaking boat ride back North across the bay to get out of the wind. We hit several spots on the south shore with nothing to show for our efforts and finally made our way into the DC, thinking about heading to the house. We decided to set up one last drift (thanks to the suggestion of a guy in big jonboat with a dog scouting the way).
We started working the shoreline and I picked up my only trout: not big, but now I had two fish to weigh in. Next Mike stuck his pig for the day: a beautiful 22" spec that had no intention of getting into our boat. Seven in the box.
We made the same drift a few more times with no luck and decided to head to the house and then the weigh in. we fished the same tournament together last year and had a tough grind with no fish to show for it, so it was really nice to have anything to show. I thought I might have a shot at 4th or 5th place with my flounder so It was a real surprise that I took second. It was another tough grind and really sweet to have something to show for all the effort. I've really got to hand it to Mike for putting us in the right spot at the right time so we could catch some fish.
And last but not least, I gotta say "Woo Hoo! It was freaking sweet!!"
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