Wow, where do I even start? First off I want to give a big shout to Towee Boats, S.C.O.F., 3RA, Fly South, and Primo Tail because if it weren't for them we wouldn't have had a tourney to fish in. Also a big shout to Todd Gregory for organizing the whole shindig, he did a fantastic job!
It was nice to see some familiar faces that I hadn't seen in far too long. I also got to put quite a few faces to names over the weekend. Socks, Chidester, and I teamed up for the tourney. I was the man on the sticks and Socks, and Chidester were the anglers. With the three of us combined we had just over 30 days of combined musky experience. Yeah, we're real pros.
After the angler meeting on Friday morning it was off to the river. We arrived to see a raft already in the water. We hopscotched with the other raft all day and the fishing was slow. While the whole time we were getting text updates from my old man telling us of all the fish landed. About halfway through our float as we were exiting a fast skinny stretch of river we spotted a prime lie. A nice big creek mouth, timber, and the start of a nice slow deep pool. I rowed us into position and on about the third cast, as Chidester is pulling his fly out of the water to recast, I see something in the corner of my eye. "Fish! Fish! Fish!". Going all day without seeing a fish can make a man get a little lazy, he never even saw the fish he rose. It just levitated right next to the boat. Socks, hearing my shouts, instantly stuck his rod in the water and started figure eighting. No dice. We backed off the spot and hung out for 20 minutes or so, giving the fish a chance to post back up. We tried to move him again but he just wasn't having it. We saw one other fish all day and the guys we were hopscotching moved three. At the end of day there were four teams on the board ranging from 34" to 48". We headed back to the cabin a little disappointed in ourselves for not putting a fish in the boat on the first day. However we didn't let it stop us from enjoying the festivities and Kyle's guitar strummin'.
Our cabin didn't awaken until mid Saturday morning. We walked around rubbing our eyes, and looking for some water. We happened to notice the lack of boats outside and then how late it was. We had slept in. We didn't worry too much though, it's not like it was a pleasant day or anything. It was absolutely dumping rain out. We weren't even sure we were going to have fishable water levels. We got all of our gear ready and headed out to Waffle House for some breakfast. During breakfast we discussed our options; we could do the same float we had done the day before, float a lower section of the river, or not even float at all. We came to the conclusion that we'd do the same float because we knew exactly where five fish were; that is if the water allowed us. By the time we got to the boat ramp it was noon and there was no sign of the rain letting up. We checked the river out and it looked the exact same as it had the day before. We ran our shuttle and were off. Our game plan was to push through most of the water and just work the five fish that were moved the day prior. As we made our way down stream we were having a blast. We were telling jokes, singing songs, rapping, anything we could do to keep our morale up. As we pushed downstream we came across an all to familiar creek mouth. I slid us into position and we told Chidester it was time for his redemption. He made cast after cast duplicating the one that had moved the fish the day before. There was no sign of a musky at all. As Chidester kept working the lie Socks lobbed some line into no mans land. As his fly neared the boat I hear him yell "Fish!". I looked down and the fish was glowing; Socks swept the rod, the fish coiled up, and then inhaled the fly. I got the net in the water and we had the fish in it in no more than 20 seconds. There was everything from high fives to hugs given. We got the fish out of the net and taped him; 41" 's of toothy critter. Cameras were brought out and photos taken before getting the fish back on his way. We hopped in the boat and just sat there reliving it all, talking about the eat and describing it over and over again to one another like none of us had seen it. Team RamRod is on the board! By the time we started fishing again the river had turned to chocolate milk. I pushed us through the rest of the water to the take out. The three of us were content with the outcome of our day.[/report]