As far as the fishing, it was an odd one and I'm not talking about the snake that came aboard the boat I was in Friday evening (more on that in a second). The conditions were ideal as there wasn't a cloud to be seen Friday and Saturday and no mayfly evidence (they sometimes hatch during this time). The jumbo bass that showed themselves in endless numbers in previous years were a chore to get this year. If you wanted rock bass, however, you were in luck. Everyone was catching so many of those that a separate 'biggest rock bass' pot was collected for the Saturday evening fish with Dan H. taking the win there. As far as the snake, it was just a baby and hopefully not carrying any deadly venom as he snapped at me while I flipped him overboard (picture below).
Angler of the weekend went to the individual that chief policy maker (fishing tournament rule maker) Roger harps on the most for not being able to fish; Mitchell. Roger even wrote a song titled "Mitchell sucks at fishing" which all joking aside is a pretty good song with great lyrics throughout. But this was Mitch's weekend as he found enough jumbos to take the prize going away.
A great time and group as always. Thanks to homeowner Judy C. for putting up with this pack once again. The house is the bomb.
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