Last Sunday I had a great day fishing a couple of local lakes for numbers and for size throwing the Maverick Float-O in Grape Blue Neon on a Red ODZ Wacky jig and the Maverick 8″ Shaker on the same red wacky jig.
Since then, all week long guys have been coming into my work (Western Sport Shop) and getting advise and tackle on their way to the same local lakes I fish. All week long I felt sick due to the fact that so many guys were hitting my favorite local spots and under good warm/stable weather whilst I was stuck in the shop helping these guys learn how to catch "my" fish without me.
I was supposed to fish with a 1st year pro friend of mine up at Berryessa when my day off finally arrived…and what happens? Murphy's Law! A nasty cold front pushed its way in causing the Berryessa trip to be cancelled.
When my alarm went off at 5 AM yesterday morning my choices were go fish in these lame conditions or sleep in, and I chose fish. When I finally wet a line it became clear that it really was a nasty frigid cold front and I couldn't get a bite to save my life. I was even bitching about how I should have slept into the few anglers I did bump into and I hate it when people bitch about conditions or whatever their excuse is for not sticking fish.
When I was getting ready to leave I started throwing a floating BBZ-1 just to practice bit bait lure control when all of a sudden a massive boil erupted under the bait. I kept waiting to see a bird pop up but none did. After a few more casts I had another big oil on the same spot and seeing as how it was a full moon the previous night I figured that the spot was a deeper bed and so I dropped the big stick and pitched my favorite confidence bait at the moment, my magic bullet consisting of the Float-O and wacky jighead rigged on 6 lb. fluorocarbon.
I don't know how I thought I would land a fish but I just didn't care and flung the light bait anyways. I snagged up on tulle roots, or so I thought until the bend in my rod started to throb and a heavy fish surged down in to some tulles. I stood on my tip-toes with the rod up as high as possible and as soon as I found an exit from the tulles I said a prayer and put pressure on the fish to take this exit and the fish jumped clean out of the water and it was HUGE!
After a desperate struggle to land this beast on 6 lb line in heavy cover, I lipped and weighed the biggest fish I've ever caught while in possession of a scale, and it was almost 12 lbs. with the digital scale showing 12.1 and an onlooker with an old spring scale weighing it at 11 lb. 12 oz.
I could almost stab myself in the eye for not having a camera as anyone in the bass fishing tackle industry should ALWAYS be prepared. Fortunately I did have a good scale and a bunch of witnesses, one of whom also had a scale.
That fish was beautiful; still pre-spawn and just clean. I don't even think it's been caught before. And as I always hard time customers about catch and release no matter what, I released the fish within 8 feet of its hidden nest.
I don't know what else to say - my hands are still shaking. Oh yeah, I almost forgot - next time good number fishing gets shut down by cold fronts don't even think about sleeping in, or you could miss the fish of a lifetime.