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Follow my Fish of 2019
Hey folks, sorry it's taken me so long to check in. It's been a tough few months fishing, with record high temps and record lows in rain fall. If you recall, we had a club tournament out of Jackson County where we didn't get bit very often, but did manage to catch a few fish on a frog. The best part of that post was that I threw back enough fish to get big fish and likely 3rd place because I just didn't think two fish was worth taking to the scales and I really wanted to listen to Auburn vs Texas A&M. But I digress.
You can read about that trip by clicking the link below:
Anyways, two weeks later, we had our Classic and, wouldn't you know it, it was BACK on Guntersville. Why that lake got as many votes as any other lake, I will never know. But it did and it was drawn.
It was another busy Saturday on the G with tournaments out of every ramp including a big frog tournament. Since our only success in catching measuring fish had been frogging, we decided that was what we would do. We headed into the back of Roseberry and began by throwing Pop-Rs around scattered grass, which yielded around four short fish.
When the sun peaked out, we swapped to hollow belly frogs and toads but couldn't buy a bite in the spot where we had caught fish just two weeks before. We began moving out towards the main river.
We alternated frogging and flipping, but I was able to catch one keeper on a Spro frog after the fish lazily rolled on it the cast before. But at least we were on the board. We ran another 300 stretch of main river grass without a sniff.
Moving to bank grass, I picked up the toad and caught a second keeper on my first cast. Then nothing. Next patch of grass, same result.
We frogged all day, but didn't catch our forth keeper fish until five minutes before weigh in. It took 16 pounds to win, but there were only two limits weighed, total. I believe that means that in two tournaments in two weeks, our club weighed in less than five limits in two tournaments. Yack.
In all, we caught around ten fish with only four of them measuring. I hooked all six fish that actually got to the frog with that amount split even between the Spro and the toad.
There isn't much else to say about the G, aside from the fishing has been tough all-around. Had we been fishing the Spro tournament that same day, we would have finished right in the Top 20 with a payout of $225. Instead, we sulked home.
The Alabama Bass Trail wrapped up with their Championship this past weekend where it took 34 pounds in two days to win a brand new Phoenix bass boat. While I'd love to point out how much of a struggle that would have been and how I might could have done well, I didn't exactly make the Championship, so it's a moot point.