My club tournament on Big Marine Lake a couple weeks ago was definitely one to remember and not necessarily because of the fishing. I would describe it as a crazy, frustrating, scary, yet still rewarding tournament. I didn’t pre-fish for the tournament since I helped my buddy move into his college house down in Winona the weekend before. We may have also taken a cast or two into the Mighty Mississip while we were down there… fishing wasn’t too stellar though.
In past years I have had decent success on Big Marine and figured that I would just fish this one by the seat of my pants. I got to my first spot pitching a jig into reeds and cattails. It took about 15 minutes to get the first fish in the well, but it was a peanut. About five minutes later some major storms were on the horizon; in no time they had cleared the horizon and were right overhead. It started pouring rain and a bolt of lightning struck what looked to be the lake about 500 yards away, only problem was that I couldn’t get my big motor started! Other club guys were able to make it back to the launch, but I was stuck. Lightning continued to strike overhead and by this time I was a bit freaked out to say the least. With no big motor I crawled up onto the front deck on my stomach, put the TM on high and pushed the power button with my hand leading me into a mess of cattails. I figured it was the closest and safest place until the lightning passed. I laid on the bottom of my boat for about 45 minutes until the lightning started to disappear. As I laid there with my head under the console of my boat I couldn’t help but laugh and think to myself, “man, what a way to spend a Saturday morning!”
After the first storm passed I was a little shaken and un focused, but was able to get back to fishing. After a little while more in the cattails with no success I moved to a deep weedline that has been good to me in the past (finally got the big motor started). I caught one keeper right away on a jigworm, another swimmer though. I continued down the weedline catching a small fish here, small fish there. This weedline usually has held better fish in the past and no longer did that day. Before I got to the end of the spot another storm full of lightning was approaching. I got off the lake in a hurry this time and watched it from the bank before a nice guy named Dan let me come in his house to wait it out. Lightning once again came crashing down for a good 30-45 minutes. So there I sat, watching the weather channel, with Dan. Dan was a good guy, we had a lot in common which made for good conversation. After this storm let up I returned to my weedline with no success. The clouds cleared and now it was getting hot and really windy (what a goofy day weather wise).
With my weedline not producing I moved to a point close to the island. It was tough getting the motor started, but eventually it fired. With no success on the point I was going to move to the south end of the lake to get out of the wind. Well, this time my motor didn’t start. Two lightning delays, only two dinks in the box, and now a motor that wouldn’t start… I was a little frustrated. What happened is I ended up running down my cranking battery therefore ruining my chances of starting the big motor. In hindsight, it was probably a godsend that I didn’t get it started because my plan was to run to the south end of the lake, opposite of the launch ramp. If I had done that and then had the motor not start on me I would have really had a problem getting back to the launch. Thankfully I was only about a 2.5 hour trolling motor ride away from the launch and would be able to fish my way back. With the wind behind me and my trolling motor on high I just took out a big crankbait and fished my way back. The best part about it was that I was able to put a limit in the livewell on the crankbait and even cull a couple times! They were still all small, but it made me feel a little better. I hardly ever fish cranks and it gave me some much needed confidence in them.
With our weigh-in sight being at a different location than the launch ramp I needed to call our tournament director to let him know I wouldn’t be at the weigh-in. However, with all the rain we got in the morning, my phone got wet while in my pocket and wouldn’t work! I couldn’t dial out, but I could receive calls. Knowing there was no way I could get to the weigh-in with my predicament I just weighed my fish in a bag with a hand scale. My total came to a whopping 6lbs 2oz!
As I was driving home a club member gave me call to see where I was. Told him what had happened and also told him what I had caught. To my surprise they counted my weight and even more surprising, I came in 3rd place!?!? I was very surprised. It was a tough fishing day with powerful storms in and out of the area all day, but I didn’t expect it to be that tough.
So in the end it all ended up working out just fine and I was able to gain some confidence in another technique. I’ve come to the conclusion that sometimes it’s just not your day and when it rains, it pours…
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