Rain rain go away – and it did just to come another day for the Flint River Bass Club tournament this past Sunday. I camped at Don Carter State Park Wednesday through Monday and had no rain until late Saturday afternoon, although Linda said it rained a good bit here in Griffin. I guess 100 miles can make a big difference!
Three members of the club were brave, or dumb, enough to show up on a cold, windy, cold, rainy, cold day. Did I mention it was cold as well as rainy? Thank goodness for good rain gear and insulated clothes. My three layers on the bottom, including flannel lined jeans, and seven layers on top, kept me dry and warm enough to fish the eight hours.
In the tournament we landed four 14-inch keeper spotted bass weighing 7.58 pounds. One person zeroed but he had to leave at 11:00 due to a problem at home.
My three weighing 5.68 pounds was first and my 2.14 pound spot was big fish. Brent Drake’s one weighing 1.58 pounds was second.
Due to the cold and rain and wind I stayed in sight of the ramp most of the day, fishing banks protected from the wind. After all, I knew if I caught one keeper I would place at least in the top three, and when I saw Zane leave I knew I had at least second place points wrapped up!
I missed one small tap on a jig in a treetop in the first hour but I think it may have been a crappie or bream. Then at about 8:30 I missed a bite on the jig on a rocky hump but on the next cast caught a 14.5 inch keeper.
About 30 minutes later I saw a group of fish swimming out in 30 feet of water on my Panoptix Livescope. They acted like bass so I cast a shaky head worm toward them and watched them follow it to the bottom. But then bait and bass disappeared.
I figured like happens so often they followed my bait then ignored it. But when I raised my rod top there was weight on it and I set the hook and landed the 2.14 pound spot. I would have never known that bass was there without my electronics.
That was it for the next three hours, no more bites. And the fish I had seen suspended and moving around off the bank disappeared. I have no idea where they went unless they went to the bottom and held right against it. I did see one fish come up off the bottom and move off on my sonar as my boat went over it, so that may have been it.
At 12:00 I had fished back to the tree in the water where I missed the bite earlier. Dragging my jig through it I felt it get heavy and set the hook, half way expecting to hook a limb. Instead another two pound spot pulled back and I landed it.
That was it for the day. Even though it was cold, wet and rainy, it was fun catching those spots. It was a lot better than sitting around watching a football game to me, anyway!