Feeling like a Professional (Part 2)

To continue on from last week’s post, I wanted to write about the remainder of our first bass fishing tournament.  As I left off last week, we had a full livewell of bass and were on our way to the weigh-in with a bit of hope that we might be able to squeeze in for a monetary prize.

As we pulled into the shore, my son guided the boat to a spot that would allow us to pull up on shore and then get our fish to the weigh-in as quickly as possible.  Now this part of the adventure, we hadn’t really planned for, but thought hey how hard can it be to put 5 bass into a bag.  Well it wasn’t as easy as we had envisioned.

To get the bass from your livewell to the weigh-in spot, you use what amounts to a large zip lock bag.  Now our bag had never been used and honestly had come with the boat.  Since our boat is older, think bags have come quite a ways since ours was put into the boat so we may have looked a bit like amateurs but that was ok.  We filled the bag with water and my son began the process of transferring fish.  Trying to get them out of a livewell and into the bag without dropping any of them proved to be quite the task.  I was laughing in the background as he finally grabbed the net and trapped them into the net so we could get them to the bag.  Somehow the boat next to us wasn’t having any issues.  Guess we have some work to do on this part of the process.

We finally loaded the fish into the bag and began the sprint to the weigh-in tank.  Did I forget to mention that our bag may have had a hole?  Good thing for my son’s long strides.  We got them to the tank and crossed our fingers that none of them would be belly up.  It made us feel good that as we were standing in line we heard a few comments regarding how nice our fish looked.  All both of us could think was, we had a chance.  Finally it was our turn.  We handed the judge our small fish participant and as the tail crossed the 12 inch line, I thought we had it in the bag.  The scale read 1.10 pounds and all I could think of was YES!!!!!  We had to have won that one.  He turned around and said too bad, you are now in second place as smallest fish is sitting at 1.09 pounds.  Wow, I could have probably squeezed .01 pounds of water off of him.  Oh well now on to the big fish.

He grabbed our lunker and registered it at 3+ pounds.  I glanced at the leader board and saw that it wasn’t going to win but it was a solid showing.  Our overall bag weighed in at 10.91 pounds and at the time we were in 4^th place.  Now mind you there were many boats yet to weigh in, but at least we weren’t showing the big goose egg.  They put our fish back into the bag and we hauled them back to the lake.  In they went and I am proud to say, no floaters so a successful day for us.

We went back to the weigh-in area to see how things were progressing and we slowly watched us slide down the chart as more boats weighed in.  Once we slid out of the money, we headed back to the boat and to the cabin to get some food, drink and to clean up as our day wasn’t over yet.  One of the highlights of the whole tournament was still approaching, the awards banquet!!

Included in our entry fee was a dinner and awards at the local American Legion.  I probably hadn’t mentioned this yet, but should as this tournament was a fund raiser for American Legion Post 108 in Le Center, MN, (American Legion Post 108).  The money raised from the tournament goes towards teach area children about US Patriotic Symbols, supporting local veterans, the American Legion Post itself, and other organizations such as DARE and the local food shelf.  For both my son and I, this was a great cause and a great reason for us to enter this contest.

We headed off to the legion for dinner and upon arriving were greeted by just the whole small town flavor to events.  A lot of laughing, camaraderie and just people getting out to visit with other people.  I got the sense we were the only ones not from the local area, but honestly that didn’t bother us.  We pulled up to a table and before you know it we were engaged in some great conversation regarding fishing and also hunting.

We were treated to a dinner of steak and shrimp, salad, bread sticks and of course dessert.  A cash bar was also available, along with a silent auction, raffle prizes and door prizes, (which we didn’t figure out we needed to register for).  The whole prize awarding process did get kind of long, but the folks in the room didn’t seem to mind.  There was a ton of hooting and hollering along with laughing and just some good old fashioned conversation.  My son and I were entertained by the folks at the table and when one of their tickets was announced as the winner of the shotgun, the table exploded with yelling, (some of it not totally age appropriate), and laughing.

The evening concluded with a huge thanks to everyone and the announcement that the winner of the tournament landed 24 pounds of fish and also won the biggest fish with a 6 pound trophy.  My son and I both agreed that we weren’t sure our livewell could have held something that big.

As we headed off towards home, we both reflected on how much fun we had and what could have been and things we need to adjust/change for next year.  It was a great time and we learned lots which somewhere in our goals for the day, we seemed to miss.  Our goals for next year will definitely be different and somehow within all of those goals we need to keep a couple of things in perspective.  First off, we need to have fun, can’t get totally caught up in the competition side of things.  And secondly and probably most importantly, the event is for a great cause and just us participating we are helping the cause and supporting the veterans who have served their country so we can live as we do today.

 

Feeling like a Professional (Part 1)

Nothing like a vague title to suck you into reading a blog post…..  This post is about our fishing tournament, a very good time had by all.  My son and I finally stopped talking and signed up for a bass tournament on our chain of lakes.  We kept saying our expectations were to not just get shut out, but in all actuality, I think both of us kind of hoped that we would fish well enough to at least get our money back.

For folks who watch bass tournaments on TV, most of us realize that these guys just don’t pull up to a lake, drop the boat in and start catching fish.  There is the travel from lake to lake, hours of pre-fishing and then fishing for a few day, spending time with sponsors and lastly marketing yourself so that you can earn a few dollars to support your family.  My son and I didn’t have to do all of these things, but we did get to experience a few of them.

The night before our tournament we headed off to the pre-tournament meeting.  This meeting was to ensure our registration paperwork was in order, select the lake we were going to fish and get our start order to leaving the dock area.  After checking in, we stood around and sized up some of the competition.  I think it is safe to say that we were surprised at the crowd around us, but at the same time intrigued by our fellow fisherman and how they would stack up against our skills.  The coordinator of the event went over the rules and then it was time for the main event, selecting the lake and getting your start order.

Now for this tournament, you had the choice of selecting two lakes to start from.  We weren’t sure how this was going to work, but were crossing our fingers that we would get the chance to fish out home lakes.  The process began and we soon learned that we would be able to fish the water we wanted, however so were about 30 other boats.  The coordinator of the event began calling out numbers and when our number was called at the 8^th spot, my son and I both breathed a sigh of relief.  We figured by being the 8^th boat out of the launch area, we would be able to get to one of the spots we had targeted.

After the meeting, we headed back to the cabin, for the final preparation of rods, the trolling motor, life jackets, tackle boxes and oh yea a couple of game so euchre.  We headed off to bed knowing that tomorrow we were getting up early and potentially, just potentially we had the chance to win some money.

The alarm went off at 5:50am and we both popped up, (OK, maybe I am exaggerating a bit here), anticipation of some big fish driving us to get moving as quick as possible.  We were both pretty happy that we had prepped our stuff the night before as the clock moved rather quickly and before we knew it we were heading over to the launch area.  We pulled into the area and began the wait, along with the 30 other boats.  As the clock approached 7, all of a sudden the boats began to explode out of the launch area.  My son and I counted them and when #7 took off we knew the time had come.  As the flag waved for us to take off, my son gunned the boat and……we were off.  Whew, one of my biggest fears was that my motor would fail us and we would have to sit there putzing along with our trolling motor.

We flew across the lake and saw that one of the boats had taken the spot we had hoped to fish first.  We made a quick adjustment and moved up the shore a ways and before you knew it we were into a groove of casting and trolling.  Another boat cut in front of us but they were fishing deeper than us so we continued along the same line hoping that we would be able to at least put a fish or two in the boat.

About 45 minutes into the tournament, my son said fish on both of us held our breath as we guided the fish to the boat.  We put it in the net and both of us knew that our fish was not going to win us any big fish awards but it did put us in line for the smallest fish.  My son cranked up the livewell and in it went.  So far the morning was going well, the motor’s were working well and we were not going to get shut out.  Now the same couldn’t be said for another boat that we glided past.  Their trolling motor had crapped out on them and were hoping we had some duct tape along to that they could McGyver it back together.  No such luck for them and so they continued to struggle with their motor.

An hour or so later, we came upon the area we had wanted to start with, but knew it had been fished by a couple of boats already, so we weren’t expecting anything out of this hole.  There was also another distraction on the dock, a guy training his dog.  We continued to pitch and reel in hopes that the guy would leave with his dog and low and behold, away they walked.  My son tossed his worm near the dock and down went his pole.  Unfortunately for us, the species he pulled out of the lake was not one we were looking for on this Saturday morning.  My son scored a very nice 25 inch northern pike but for what we were looking for, this fish was worthless.

We continued down to the shoreline and decided the spot that we would turn around at and also have something to eat.  One thing that you seem to forget to do when fishing is to eat and drink plenty of fluids.  We floated past our ending spot and out came the bagels and peanut butter.  We discussed our next options and decided to float back through the area we had just fished just in the hopes that we had missed something.  As we began our final jaunt through the area, my son’s line tightened and our hearts started beating a bit faster.  After a bit of a struggle he landed the fish and we now had two in the boat.  Something else happened as my son was reeling in, my pole bent down and again we had that hope that we finally had landed something decent.

As my fish got closer to the boat, I knew it was bigger than what we had previously caught.  As my son extended the net, I saw that it was good size and well both of us were hoping that this was the fish to change our luck.  The fish weighed in at a big over 3 pounds, which for us was a nice fish.  Now the odd thing about a tournament is that you really don’t know how the other boats are doing so it is important to remain focused on what you are doing and not worry about them.

So with 3 fish in the boat, we decided to head off to our next destination.  We began to fish the area and cross behind another boat who was fishing the area.  As soon as we had passed them, I landed another fish and in the well it went, 4 in the boat.  We had already exceeded our expectations and had met our goal for the day of not getting shut out.  Now our minds began to wander to start thinking about actually placing.  My son’s mind was calculating weight and was thinking out loud that we had a legitimate chance of placing.  That is a funny thing when you are spending that many hours on the water, your mind had time to think and play through various scenarios.  All of a sudden we went from a goal of not getting shut out to thinking about bringing home some serious cash.

Over the next couple of hours, we did land more fish, however all of them were similar in size.  In fact, my son landed a ton of fish, the problem is that all of them were in the 10 inch range which were not legal fish.  There was one major decision we had to make, do we sacrifice weight and take a run at smallest fish.  We had one in the livewell that was just a tad over 12 inches.  In my eyes, we didn’t have enough weight to win, but this fish might be a nice $200 that would help us break even for the day.

As the end of the day drew near, both of us agreed, we would keep the little fella and take a stab at smallest fish as long as we didn’t land a lunker that would we both felt would move us up the chart.

At about 1:40pm, we decided, 6.5 hours was enough and we headed back to weigh in our bag.  What happens next, will have to be continued in next week’s posting…….

August Thoughts

Believe it or not, summer is beginning to get away from us as the closing weeks are upon us.  Not sure if it is the same with you, but in our house it always feels like the summer flew by and we never accomplished all that we had set out to do.  So I always spend a bit of time replaying the weekends and much to my amazement, I actually did fish more than I had planned and I did get more miles out running and biking, guess time flies when you are having fun.

Well, one thing I did not get out and do enough of this summer was shoot my bow.  I guess when summer is upon us and there is housework, gardening and tons of other outdoor activities, heading out to the archery range just doesn’t make the list, not sure why since everyone in our house loves to do it.  And to top it off, we have a great resource in our town, an outdoor archery range, South Forty Archery Range,  http://www.southfortyarchers.com

The range is located adjacent to a city park, and within 10 minutes we can be at the range.  The range is operated by a local club and in order to access the range, each member is given a code to open the lock on the gate.  Once inside the gate, you drive along a low maintenance road back to the clubhouse and range.

The range is about a ½ mile back from the gate and follows along some hiking trails to the city park and a snowmobile trail.  We finally made it back to the course, and climbed out of the car and headed down to the range.  The range is well laid out with targets at various distances, a tower to simulate shooting from a deer stand and also a trail with 3-D targets.

My wife and daughter focus on the 10 and 20 yard targets, while my son and I move immediately to the 20+ yard targets, (pretty sure my wife is not impressed with this).  All four of us have gotten pretty good with target shooting at these distances and really enjoy just spending a few hours relaxing by putting arrows into the targets.  My son and I have even ventured into some targets at some longer distances, but have a lot of work to do before we can claim to be experts at the longer distances.

We also enjoy walking the trail of the 3-D course.  The course is laid out so that the 3-D targets are at various lengths and you do have the opportunity to move up if you would like.  Some of the targets are a bit of a challenge as they are placed close to tree limbs, near a bush or across a swamp.  And the beautiful thing about this course, is that you are out walking and just shooting the bull which means that you are out enjoying nature and the great outdoors.

The one downside of the all of this are the mosquitoes.  When attending the course in the early evening hours, you are clearly on the lunch menu for many of the flying pests.  We have reverted to wearing long sleeves and pants which then moves your body temperature a little to the warm side.  I should complain as this is a great resource and one that I totally appreciate.

Yes with our summer moving into the rear view mirror, we become a bit sad, but there are things to look forward to.  There is still fall fishing, an outdoor archery course and if you really want to have a sick thought, skiing on some of the white stuff.  Nope, not going to think about that yet, way too far off into the distance.

Final Weekend

Many Americans and Minnesotans spend their summers in the heat chasing the elusive largemouth bass. We are by no means expert bass fisherman, but we consider ourselves advanced amateurs.  And as advanced amateurs, we have gained the confidence to actually sign up for a bass fishing tournament.  How will we do?  Who knows but we had one last weekend to try our luck and well let’s just hope that the actual tournament will go better than the last couple of weekends.  

My mom and I headed to the cabin on a Friday because there was some minor repairs that the cabin needed.  Our primary task for this weekend was to help my grandpa repair a rotten floor.  Sounds like fun, huh??  Well we helped him tear up the carpet and some of the floor and with some of his creativity at hand, we were able to complete the task in about 4 hours.  And with the completion of that task, we were then free to test our hands at fishing.

We decided to fish a little hot spot that we had been using all summer. After only a few minutes we came upon a jet ski lift that looked like perfect cover for a big bass. And sure enough, after casting my worm right next to the lift, a big bass hit and the fight began. After getting the bass up to the boat, the fish swam right towards the spinning trolling motor and cut my line right in half.  Are you kidding me?  Now a little break in the action here.  Normally my dad would be up front running the trolling motor but since it was just my mom and I, I was moved to the front to man the ship.  (Guess I won’t complain again about my dad’s driving….)

After tying my line back up, I kept fishing. And shortly after I had another fish on my line. This time I got it in the boat and it measured to 15 inches, not a great bass, but it ok. My mom hooked a 23 inch northern pike and I landed another fish, which was the extent of our fishing for the day.  

The next morning we headed out early again and tried a new spot. We didn’t have any luck except for a few fish under 12 inches. So we headed out again that afternoon on a neighboring lake and were completely shut out.  After a night with horrible levels of mosquitos, we decided to go out a little later on Sunday morning.

Before we could get in the boat, my dad was trying his hand off of the dock and before you know it, he landed a pretty nice bullhead which ended up becoming garden fertilizer.  We climbed into the boat and headed to a spot that we only recently discovered as having good bass.

We trolled along the shoreline, but could only catch small bass.  We did see another guy land a couple of nice fish, which frustrated us a bit since we had just recently fished the spot.

And now the time is almost upon us.  Are we ready??  Who knows, we think we are, but you can never tell.  I just know that this will be a good learning experience and a great change to participate in a bass tournament.  Crossing our fingers that the small bass are our out of our system and next weekend the only fish we land will be BIG bass.  

Summer Biking

With some weekend time on our hands and no idea what to do, I suggested a bike ride on the Cannon Valley Trail. We had not been on the trail for at least a year, and rather than sitting home bored, we set off for a ride. 

We left early, wanting to beat the crowds onto the trail. Believe it or not, the later in the day you hit this particular trail, the more crowded it is and the slower you have to go. We left our house around 7 a.m. and were on the trail by 8:00 a.m. with just a few other people up and out so early.

We took off on the trail in the town of Welch Village and headed north to the city of Cannon Falls. With it being so early, very few people were on the trail, but we did manage to see a few deer that were still walking about that “late” in the day for a deer. It was a nice ride, pleasantly cool in the shade of the bluffs and along the tree lined trail. The bike trail meanders along the Cannon River, with views of bluffs, cornfields, woods and of course the water. Later in the day, you are all but guaranteed to see canoeists and people floating their way downstream on the river. You can hear the echo’s of their laughter rising up the bluff to the points along the trail you are riding. Many times, you can also see eagles soaring along the river, swooping down on occasion to grab something out of the water to eat.

Once we arrived in Cannon Falls, we stopped for a short rest and some water. Then we headed back down the trail. We kept going past Welch, then past the Welch ski area to mile marker 12. That is our usual turn around point as it gives us a nice round number, 24, as how many miles we biked that day. On occasion, we have gone past this mile marker, all the way to the river city town of Red Wing. When you get to Red Wing, you can either bike up a massive hill to a city park for a rest, or head into town to find a place for lunch. 

No matter how far you decide to bike on this trail, there is always a majestic view waiting for you. The trail is beautifully shaded and very easy to ride along. If you have a day with nothing to do at home, head on down to one of the trail heads in either Cannon Falls, Welch Village or Red Wing and hop on your bike and ride.