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Just a Matter of Time-- a series

Just a Matter of Time-1

When I read the topic title “Just a Matter of Time”, immediately the first thing that popped up in my mind was my dream of success in professional tournament competition.  I really know it will just be a matter of time because; I believe I will succeed.  However, for many others it may mean that eventually they will succeed in some fashion-- whether it is a single tournament win or maybe an angler of the year award.   While those are of course measures of success; to me it is only rungs of the ladder to true achievement.  

You may be asking, “How are you so sure.”  I could answer with a long list of reasons; however, what it really boils down to is past success.  Success builds confidence—not only in the short term, for instance; finding a honey hole the day before a tournament.  With the success of catching fish in practice confidence is gained for the next day.  Past success in winning and or placing high in tournaments equally builds confidence not only that you will catch fish in the honey hole, but that you will win the tournament.

Without confidence “Just a matter of time”, is really more like buying a lottery ticket thinking if I buy one a day that eventually I will win money-not likely.  Now I am sure you are wondering “how do I achieve past success?”   Well, that is the basis for this article come back and follow along I will share my journey there will be more on topics like preparation, opportunity, and commitment.

Just a Matter of Time-2

Last week I started this series off speaking about the road to success in professional competition in the first of the “Just a Matter of Time” series.  I distinctly remember my first tournament experience; today most people starting off fishing tournaments both guys and gals in the back of the boat as a co-anglers.  Well then just as now I tend to be very stubborn; I started as a boater.  The tournament was set for Lake Okeechobee out of Harney Pond canal ramp in January.  I had moved to Florida from the Washington D.C. suburbs just month earlier.  Although, I had gone fishing on Okeechobee several times before, I had never fished that area.  I had always launched from Okee-Tantie park ramp on the north end of the lake.

I made absolutely no preparation for the tournament I merely planned to fish the area on the north end where I had caught some fish the two weeks prior.  Almost everything that could go bad went wrong that day; the weather was horrible with winds blowing to 30 mph making the lake roll like the ocean.   I froze all day long as I did not have the proper rain gear.  Even in the sheltered lee side I fought to hold the boat in the strong wind and high waves.  I broke off two fish I managed to hook on spinner baits snapping line like dry twigs. My co-angler never said a word he just kept throwing what he called a Bang-o-lure.  He put four fish in the live well that day to my one.  I finished almost last that day; my co-angler took home third place.

What I learned from that tournament I have taken with me over the years.   I vowed never to be unprepared again; after all I was a boy scout and should have followed the famous motto-be prepared.  Today, many years later I am again preparing for a January tournament on Lake Okeechobee.  Though this FLW event will launch on the north side of the lake from Scott Driver Park; by the start of the tournament I will have scouted not only the main lake areas, but also the Kissimmee River, and the protected rim canal areas as well.  Before I ever leave my drive way I will have gone through check lists for: clothing, maps, tackle, inspecting my truck, boat, and trailer.  I will have poured over the inter-net chasing past tournament results, and current fishing reports.  I have become a weather watching guru to the point my family runs from the boredom of the weather channel.  Even though I spent years fishing on the lake I will have several maps with highlighted with back up areas reflecting back up patterns.  And, one other important item-two wind socks.  I will never fish big water without them again. 

This is just the first step in fortifying my confidence—my key to success.   Next week I will talk about wetting a line.

Just a Matter of Time-3

Like many other tournament anglers; inside I have a distinct competitive drive.  I believe it is an inherit quality that tournament bass fisherman are driven to win.  In order to win we as anglers strive to constantly improve each proponent of our fishing.  As in many other sports achievement is a measure of success.  For the whitetail deer hunter it may be a nice eight point buck, or a Boone & Crocket trophy.  However, for many of the casual, weekend, or competitive tournament anglers it is measured in either a big fish or straight out wins, top ten finishes, and angler of the year awards.  All of these are rungs on the ladder to success.  On the lower rungs are the casual bass fisherman, moving up are the weekend anglers, and at the top of the ladder are the Elites. 

Achievements are the results of goals.  No matter what level angler you are at the present each of us should have both short and long term goals.  The key to becoming a better fisherman is setting achievable short and long term goals.  In the beginning we became involved in local bass tournament events.  Later we moved up to regionals or championship levels.  It is extremely important to always fish against other anglers who are at a level above were you currently are fishing.  Most importantly always avoid complacency, once you achieve a goal immediately set a higher attainable goal.  Move onto the next level of competition.  An extreme example is Kevin Van Dam’s goal of winning a fifth Bass Master Championship eclipsing Rick Clunn.

Let’s wet a line.  I remember telling my son during his baseball days; perfect practice makes perfect play.  I still operate under that mantra every time I wet a line; no matter whether I am fishing a tournament or having a “practice” day on the water.  I call this the “mental game of competition.”  I hit the water immediately forgetting about everything else.   I solely focus on this cast, this presentation, and getting this fish in the boat.  I practice my mental game each time I am on the water.  I focus on that cast.  I do not let conditions like bad weather, high winds, or dock talk affect this moment.  While I am certainly fishing against a field of other competitors during a tournament we all are equally fishing under the same conditions; the difference is each individual competitor capacity to overcome adversity.  Again, I will stand by an earlier statement that success whether past or present develops confidence.  I believe mental toughness is more important than the best rod, the best line, the best bait, or the best boat.  Remember, fish on practice day just as you would on would for a tournament; don’t try and change what works for you.

Last week I started this series off speaking about the road to success in professional competition in the first of the “Just a Matter of Time” series.  I distinctly remember my first tournament experience; today most people starting off fishing tournaments both guys and gals in the back of the boat as a co-anglers.  Well then just as now I tend to be very stubborn; I started as a boater.  The tournament was set for Lake Okeechobee out of Harney Pond canal ramp in January.  I had moved to Florida from the Washington D.C. suburbs just month earlier.  Although, I had gone fishing on Okeechobee several times before, I had never fished that area.  I had always launched from Okee-Tantie park ramp on the north end of the lake.

I made absolutely no preparation for the tournament I merely planned to fish the area on the north end where I had caught some fish the two weeks prior.  Almost everything that could go bad went wrong that day; the weather was horrible with winds blowing to 30 mph making the lake roll like the ocean.   I froze all day long as I did not have the proper rain gear.  Even in the sheltered lee side I fought to hold the boat in the strong wind and high waves.  I broke off two fish I managed to hook on spinner baits snapping line like dry twigs. My co-angler never said a word he just kept throwing what he called a Bang-o-lure.  He put four fish in the live well that day to my one.  I finished almost last that day; my co-angler took home third place.

What I learned from that tournament I have taken with me over the years.   I vowed never to be unprepared again; after all I was a boy scout and should have followed the famous motto-be prepared.  Today, many years later I am again preparing for a January tournament on Lake Okeechobee.  Though this FLW event will launch on the north side of the lake from Scott Driver Park; by the start of the tournament I will have scouted not only the main lake areas, but also the Kissimmee River, and the protected rim canal areas as well.  Before I ever leave my drive way I will have gone through check lists for: clothing, maps, tackle, inspecting my truck, boat, and trailer.  I will have poured over the inter-net chasing past tournament results, and current fishing reports.  I have become a weather watching guru to the point my family runs from the boredom of the weather channel.  Even though I spent years fishing on the lake I will have several maps with highlighted with back up areas reflecting back up patterns.  And, one other important item-two wind socks.  I will never fish big water without them again. 

This is just the first step in fortifying my confidence—my key to success.   Next week I will talk about wetting a line.

Just a Matter of Time-4

I always look at fishing like a jig saw puzzle.  To work a puzzle; first you have to get all the pieces out of the box, sort them out, and flip them face up.  Tournament fishing is the same.  Each lake is like a puzzle you have to open the lake up and sort out all the areas until you see how it fits together.  How you sort the lake out is largely dependent on how open your mind is on that day.  What distinguishes the winner’s and consistent finishers from the also-rans are the methods they use to work the pieces of the puzzle.  I hardly know or meet any bass fishermen that do not have a boat load of lures, rods, reels, lines, and accessories.  All of those are just one piece of the puzzle yet most anglers use the shotgun approach when putting together a plan to fish a lake. This is one of the key stages that separate the various levels of anglers.  The most accomplished winners’ are the ones who can see how the pieces of the puzzle fit together once they lay the puzzle out on the board before they ever touch a single piece of the puzzle.  I’ve seen so many people work puzzles; some start on the outside perimeter looking for all the straight edges, some look for brightly colored areas—I look for odd shaped pieces.

Before I fish any lake I study a map of the lake—even if I have fished that lake once or one hundred times before.  I do the same when I work a puzzle; I look at the picture of the puzzle on the front of the box.  I want to know what it looks like before I ever see it.  I start by picking odd shaped pieces out from both the lake and the puzzle.  That is my strength, just as my strength is fishing skinny water.  I have been influenced in the past by what some call “dock talk.”  It usually led me to fish an area or a technique that is not my strength.  Conditions include what I define as seasonal patterns, weather, and water levels; the same for working the puzzle—a flat surface to work on with bright lighting is important.  I never have seen anyone start to work a puzzle on a bed in the dark; mostly the dining room table is the preferred spot.   However, every tournament I have fished I see anglers fishing in the dark hoping to put the pieces together.  Sometimes, lady luck shines on them rewarding them with a fat hog or a quick limit.  More often than not the reality is they struggle to put the puzzle together; only because they cannot see how the pieces fit together.

The anglers who are consistent have already worked out the strategy before they ever launch on the water.  The changes they make throughout the day occur as they fish.  It is not only what fish are caught but how they are caught; not only the type of bait; but presentation and location.  A ledge fisherman may adjust the speed of retrieve if he is not getting hit; he may adjust the angle of the retrieve from shallow to deep instead paralleling the ledge or even off the ledge beak itself.   The real key in working the fishing puzzle is when the pieces are not fitting together to regroup; you can’t force what doesn’t fit together to work.  In this case when what you are doing is not work it is time to start working the corner or flat edge pieces.  After regrouping you can’t worry about breaking off a fish on Tule’s, or Mussel shells, or in thick Hydrilla; first you must set the hook—you can’t break off what you can’t catch.  As you work the puzzle towards completion of the puzzle filling your limit set your sites on upgrading your catch.  To do that you must find the last piece of the puzzle.

Just a Matter of Time-5

In the last four segments I have visited several areas from the beginning of the meaning what I thought “Just a matter of time” meant, to the epic failure of the first tournament experience, to the mental process of tournament competition, and last week figuring out the puzzle of tournament day.  This week I want to revisit the idea of what it takes to make the decision to quit whatever job you were making your living from-- to fishing for cash.

Before I even start there will be those of you who are reading this thinking-I will never be able to stop doing what I do now to being able to fish my dream; so be it.  In this moment I am going be philosophical.  I will jump off track a moment to share that I grew up pretty much without any father figure in a single parent home; however, later in life I was able to re-establish a relationship with my father.  One of the few words of wisdom he was able to pass on to me was the saying, “If you do the same old thing, you get the same old result.”  Consider that in the back of your mind while reading this article.

We as tournament guys tend to hang out with other people who share our passion for competition or fishing for cash.  However, there are always those times when someone outside of our circle offers the question; what is the difference between a pro and amateur fisherman?   The answer is not always simple.  In fact, it can be complicated.  The pat definition for competition is simple; you pay the professional entry fee you are a professional.  But, does that make you a Rick Clunn, a Michael Iaconelli, or a Randall Tharp—likely not.   I have found a simple way to get non competitors to understand where on the ladder I am by comparing fishing to baseball.  Everyone can readily recognize the different levels of baseball players—amateur levels from t-ball to college, however, few recognize there are many professional levels such as; single-A, double-AA, triple- AAA, and lastly the major leagues.  Let’s make comparisons:  Club level tournaments equals single-A, Federation level tournament equals double-AA,  Week-end series/BFL’s equals triple-AAA, and lastly EverStarts, Opens, and Tour levels equals the majors.  Finally, we can make the comparison if the World Series is comparable to the Bass Master Classic or Forrest Wood Cup.

Where on the comparison levels are you?  Where is it you want to be?  What is it that is preventing you from getting there?  Is it skill?  Is it money? Or is it commitment?  Likely, you believe a combination of these at some level.  Earlier, I counted three recognizable professional anglers in Rick Clunn, Michael Iaconelli, and Randall Tharp.  Rick has been there winning it all including the classic four times.  He is mostly thought of for his Zen like ideological style.  What most do not know about him is you can find him not a fancy hotel the during practice and tournament competitions but, instead at campgrounds sleeping in his truck.  Michael Iaconelli too has won the a classic, however, he quickly retells how he prowled shopping centers at night searching for an electrical outlet to charge his boats batteries for the next day.  Randall Tharp is a poster boy for those of us who dream.  Not long ago in 2007 he was the owner of a construction company.  He admittedly always loved bass fishing but in a remarkable short amount of time he went from common hammer swinger to the heights of the Forrest Wood Cup.  Consider this all three were born here in the United States; Takahiro Omori born in Japan began to dream and visualize of his hero’s back in 1985 as a teenager.  It was that dream that inspired him to come over to America with not only no place to live or no money but, consider this no command of the language and never having been on a single American body of water.   It was not only a dream that gave him inspiration during numerous lonesome nights sleeping in the back of a truck in campgrounds across America. It's a dream that became realism on August 1, 2004, when Takahiro Omori won the CITGO Bassmaster Classic on Lake Wylie in North Carolina forever becoming the first Japanese pro to win professional bass fishing's most esteemed title. Bar it did not happen precisely as Omori had visualized about in his late-night dreams.  Even after his victory he thought back to his visit to Rick Clunn’s home where he previously held one of Rick’s classic trophies over his head to feel what was to come.  It was then that exhaustion overcame him.  He pulled off the road to the shoulder to finally sleep his dream had come to fruition.  I once said he had a simple goal at a press conference the following--"In America, I had no house, no money, no family, no friends, no communication, but I didn't care, I just wanted to fish."

What each of these men have in common is the decision they made.  What is your dream?  I hear another of my father’s sayings—never back up more than necessary, go forward.

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I have been accused of being extreme by my wife.  I suppose she is right again.  Please don’t anyone tell her.  As the year is coming to a close the Christmas holiday is fast approaching I want to wish all of you a Merry Christmas.  However, while I have for the first time in years completed all my shopping for Christmas; I can’t stop making lists in my head.  No, this list is not for Christmas it’s for the upcoming FLW tournament on Okeechobee just weeks ahead.  In the Army there’s a saying about the “Five P’s”, --prior planning prevents poor performance.  Yes, it’s another one of the cliché’ phrases that abound in military.  I subscribe to it; rather than another popular acronym -SNAFU.  Am I obsessive about preparation- more than likely?  Last night as I was tossing and turning thinking about what I “needed” for the next tournament it occurred to me I had found what to write about today.  What is really needed to compete once you have made that decision you want to fish at any higher level? 

We are constantly exposed to pictures, videos, and televised coverage of the big tournaments and the anglers who compete in them.  We are deluged by a multitude of media advertising from boat manufactures, trucks, rods, reels, soft and hard baits, lines, and terminal tackle.  Typically, we see the top guys in twenty foot name brand boats, towed by big SUV’s or pickup trucks wrapped in colorful vinyl sponsor advertisement.  The boats are loaded with topline tackle, electronics, and the angler is wearing a jersey to match whatever sponsors they are supported by.  Naturally, it is a normal reaction to emulate success or what is perceived as success. 

If you look past those competitors I have just mentioned you will also see many other competitors fishing the same tournament.  If you look hard enough you will see the “meat and potatoes” also.  There are other guys there who do not sport the same “look” as I previously described, but no less they are there to compete and win—money and fame.  Those meat and potatoes guys still ponied up the same entry fee.  The difference is that by either choice or circumstance they do not have the financial ability to match up resources others have.  In every tournament I know there are guys with the financial ability to pay to play the game; they may not have the matching talent but they do have the bucks.  I have seen it from the club tournaments up into the tour levels.  I can tell you that the Elite series is the exception to the others—no doubt the real McCoy. 

The reality is many of the competitors’ that fish in EverStarts, WON, Opens or Tour events fish with less than the resources than you may realize.  Not every boat is new, not ever engine is a 250 horsepower, not every truck just came off the show room floor, and not ever guy is throwing $25.00 bait.  In fact, many of those guys fish boats that are older, with less than maximum horse power rating, driving trucks with hundreds  of thousands of miles on them, and many times using equipment they have had for years.   These same guys share hotel rooms, campgrounds, and even sleep in their trucks.  They eat on tight budgets, often out of coolers from home.  Peanut butter is a stable fare.

As I was going over my list of things to get today I found most of it on the list I have or could fish with something comparable that is on the boat now.  In fact, I am convinced during the next tournament I will only have two or perhaps three rods on deck on take-off.  Moreover, I am also confident I could strip 95% of the tackle out of my boat-- of course I won’t because of the five P’s.   

I have to admit I have more rods than I can fit in my boat.  Many of those rods duplicate or triplicate up on technique applications.  I have enough plastics to form up four new tires.  While I think my hard bait selection is less than many others I rarely use ten percent of those in a month let alone in a single day.  I have enough terminal tackle to outfit the entire field on take-off. 

Yes, I readily admit I have seen guys keep an extra trolling motor in the spare rod box.  What is more they have a brand new boat usually.  I can vividly remember when I first started fishing tournaments my boat was almost two decades old; one morning at take-off I recall a guy in a brand new  Gambler saying who are you going to beat in that junk?  I just calmly said, “I can’t remember ever catching a fish on plane.”  Later at weigh-in I was comforted to see the same guy with two fish compared to my limit.

For the most part those guys with the best equipment worked hard for those advantages.  They deserve every advantage that success brings with it.  These same guys struggled to just make the check cut more times than not in the past.  The good news is everyone in the field knows who is struggling to make a check, and more often than not tries to help them survive.  No-one wants to see someone else fail or drop out, it reminds us of our own vulnerability.  Remember your co-angler who is coming on your boat carrying maybe five or six rods, and one tackle bag.  If they can make it with that why can’t you step up and compete with you have now?  Are you going to match up head to head with the top guys’ boat for boat or rod for rod, no—but consider what is most important?  I invite you to look at last year’s rookie of the year Ott Defoe.  Look back to December of 2009; he mentions in his blog that big things are on the way.  Granted, it is nice to have a boat sponsor deal, but most of those deals are not free boats.  I know several people who have been offered deep discounts on rigs but, who still opt to run an older boat because it is still a bunch of money even with sponsor help.  I invite you look back to several tournaments this last year where top pro’s ran borrowed aluminum boats to compete with.  Yes, the conditions where they fished prevented the big fiberglass boats from being used; but if they can compete and win out of an aluminum boat why can’t you do as well or at least compete with your boat?  I would be willing to bet that if you took Ott’s new Z-9 and gave him an older Z-7 he would still have won rookie of the year.  Equipment is nice no doubt, but in the end I never saw a fish get caught without an angler.

In January I will be pulling out of my driveway behind the wheel of a 2004 F-150 with 328,000 miles on the odometer.  My truck never caught a fish either, but right now I don’t want a new one with a payment—another Dobyn’s rod yes!

Which brings me back to the topic:  What do you really need?  I would be willing to wager you probably already have everything you need now-except maybe money and commitment.  Many before you have started without much money, but they had plenty of commitment.

Just a Matter of Time-7

I hope everyone had a wonderful Christmas with family and friends.  Days before Christmas I found myself reflecting on past holidays thinking of the excitement not only of Christmas day but, the night before more importantly.  I remember when I was little the high expectations and excitement of the gifts of the following morning that Santa would bring.  As I grew up I watched that excitement pass on to my children as they grew up.   Now that Christmas is passed by and the New Year’s holiday weekend approaches I feel that same excitement nonetheless these feelings of excitement are not for traditional holidays but, the approach of the start of the tournament season. 

Although I have been competing in tournaments for some time now; I am still as a little child excited at the mere thought of upcoming competitions.  This week my family traveled to Miami to spend the New Year’s with my wife’s relatives.  All during the trip my mind kept wandering off not to thoughts of Miami but instead to Lake Okeechobee as I travelled the Florida turnpike.  As I neared the exit for Highway 70 at Fort Pierce it was all I could do to maintain the correct course to Miami.  Admittedly, this morning as I sat by my in-laws poolside I listened to the familiar sounds of mud ducks in the lake behind their house—I could just close my eyes imagining standing on the bow of my boat fishing the North shore of Lake Okeechobee.

While some may only ponder the technical aspect of tournament bass fishing I embraced the mental aspect of it as requisite.  I have had plenty of time to prepare this winter for the onset of this year’s travels to tournaments.  I just recently last week completed a thorough inventory of my boat equipment, tackle, and a sundry other items I require when fishing.  The replacement of a missing physical item is relatively simple purchase; however, mental preparation is far more complex.

In the first of these articles “Gunny” responded of his thoughts of “Just a Matter of time.” With the following response; “I think that is a great way to look at it.  Being just a local tournament angler and doing an occassional guide trip, I think of "Just a Matter of Time" as being a defining moment in the present, not looking to the future.  I find myself instead of thinking how to win the tournament, how to just get a limit and move on from there, which sometimes ends up being the entire day, never getting to move on to the future.”

I have taken his response to heart adapting a slogan motto from Gary Dobyn’s line of fishing rods—don’t fish chicken, fish to win.  Especially for this upcoming even on Lake Okeechobee where January bags are always hefty.  This is not going to be one of those events to just get five and look for a kicker to round out your sack.   It will be a slugfest, a battle, it will be a war!  It will not be won with daily limits of ho hum weights.  Mindful of this I will be swinging for the fences because I know I need sacks of kickers not just one for each day.  That’s the easy part.  The hard part is similar to my trip yesterday to Miami not becoming influenced to stray back to a familiar path.  I have fished hundreds if not thousands of times on Okeechobee while this is an advantage; it can also be a negative influence.  Time and time again we see local guys on home lakes get stuck in the rut of past glory to be passed by another angler who has never or seldom fished the same water.  To win I need to find patterns and locations not past memories.  While indeed I will rely on past information and results I will need to fish each day on results not hopes of past success.  Focus has to be on winning not just placing. 

What will be your focus this year?  Is it the moment, the future, or both?

Just a Matter of Time-8
Have you ever pondered how many sides to a circle?  I have- many times.  It’s a question I often asked both young Army recruits as a drill sergeant and rookie officers as a Field Training Officer.  Usually, I was rewarded with looks of questionable intent.  I could see the wheels turning inside their heads but most often the question went unanswered.  I have found the exceptions are most always children between the ages of 10-12 years old.  In fact, I was rewarded with a correct answer by my son Jonathan not long ago—his response was two: the inside and the outside. 

Recently, I have enjoyed writing a blog in the basseast.com forum under the title, “Just a Matter of Time.”  Ironically, the title found me more so than I found it as I was browsing the site’s forum.  The brief excerpt description was that of the ascent of a weekend tournament angler into competition in the professional ranks.  I have always believed in and enjoyed reading the experiences of success stories as I was growing up from great writers such as Louis L’Amour and Edgar Rice Burroughs.  When I opened the section I was disappointed to find it empty.  I decided to contact Ricky Bodsford to inquire if I could begin the column.  

What does this have to do with bass fishing or tournament competition you may be wondering?  Just about everything.  There are many parallels to both from my past experiences.  Recruits, rookie officers, and young children all desire to succeed.  It’s a trait commonly shared among them.  So also I have found do most bass fishermen have this desire, this need to succeed, and to win.  I have found sportsmen, especially hunters and fishermen, belong to a social segment that generally stands above most of the rest of society.  I asked to have the chance to write because I still have the desire to get people to take the next step—especially when it comes to bass fishing.

I wanted to begin the New Year by asking that old question again: how many sides to a circle to stimulate a thought process?  Of course, when you first consider the question, it seems to be a trick question but if considered with an open mind the answer of two sides comes quite easy.  Now that your mind is open, I want you to consider a few other quips: The carrot at the end of the stick, the light at the end of the tunnel, and the brass ring on the carousel ride which turns round and round. 

I asked several people involved in the bass fishing and tournament business what their memories and goals were last year.  I was very fortunate to be partnered with Grant Kelly, the president of a Georgia college fishing team, during a tournament on Lake Oconee.  Grant not only was a good stick but had a bright outlook on his future aspirations to move up and be involved in the fishing business.  I also was referred to a local tackle shop in Hiram, Georgia where I met Christie Lester, her husband David, and son Kohl.  They run Nature’s Tackle Box.  To say Christie is a pistol is an understatement.  She personifies her store with not only home town style but moreover a family atmosphere.  I can pull up a stool at the counter and watch the friendly banter as the local regulars stroll in the door.  I can also feel the warmth as she greets a first time visitor—it rolls off like butter on a hot biscuit.   Christie’s family truly loves fishing.  Christie’s dream is to succeed in a tough business made tougher by the imminent opening of a big brand sporting store next door in the coming months.  Her key to continued success is that she offers a service not likely to be found on shelves.  At the top end of the line was a conversation I had with Richard Dobyn’s the son of Gary Dobyn’s of Dobyn’s Rods.  Richard recounted to me that he began tournament fishing at age seven from the back of his father’s boat.  I asked him if he could remember when he became smitten with the desire to compete.  Richard said it was those first tournaments he fished as a child.  As he watched his father compete and win, he set his goal to become successful just like his father.  Richard may have been born into a natural fishing element by birth; however, he too climbed the fishing ladder into the FLW EverStart Series winning the EverStart angler of the year award last year in the west.  I asked Richard what his next goal was in competition.  He told me to win a tour level tournament was the next step for him.

In closing, I hope I have made some close comparisons to the many types of people that make up our fishing family.  I want to give everyone from the common 40 hour a week guy competing in weekend tournaments, to those invaluable people who by their love for fishing provide the tools of our trade, and to those guys like
Richard Dobyn’s who’s  accomplishments are dreams of others he still looks on to grasping the brass ring.   And I, like many others, are still dreaming of catching up to the carrot.  I hope you will also.

“Dream to Fish”

Just a Matter of Time 9

My mother was right the older you become the faster time seems to pass-- it is 2012 already.  I felt like just a short time ago I was anxiously awaiting the start of the 2012 tournament season.   It was nice to leave rainy, chilly Georgia for warm tropical Florida.  In many years of booking hotels for tournaments I have never been as lucky as book a brand new hotel but, this time I hit the nail on the head.  Once I arrived I just couldn’t resist putting the boat in the water for a little look around even though it was near five in the afternoon by the time I was checked into the room.  The last time I fished Lake Okeechobee six months ago it was just less than nine foot above sea level.  This time the vast lake was well over thirteen feet over sea level, some five foot higher. 

I mentioned in one of the previous posts that I had tried to make exacting preparations for the many variables commonly encountered in tournament fishing.  While I have to admit that weather was my number one concern going into the tournament it was not the factor that ended up affecting me the most.  It was indeed an unexpected event I had not counted on.  I knew the vast areas of the lake from many years of fishing the big lake.  I had given myself a little over a week to allow for the expansive areas I knew held good populations of big fish.  I spent time the first several days dividing the northern end of the lake into thirds.  It seemed where ever I stopped the fish in the two to four pound range were cooperative.  I had no trouble boating several limits each day the first week but nothing over five pounds.  I knew these were not the size that would get me to the top ten cut let alone win the tournament.  I had to dig out some big fish.

I knew just where to go, Harney pond area has always been the answer for bigger fish, especially around the spawn.   Just two days before the tournament I trailered the boat to the southwest end of the lake putting in at Harney Pond canal.  I ran in the early morning darkness to the area of the Monkey Box looking for the heaviest nasty floating mats I could locate.  I found what I needed landing two five pounders.  Hidden under the thick floating vegetation of Hydrilla, and Bull-rushes they hid waiting the warmer temperatures for the spawn.  I used flipped with 1oz. tungsten weights to get into the thickest areas.  It seems the bait did not matter as long as it was smaller and dark colored.  

I felt the confidence I needed to win at last.  I found the pattern and area I needed.  And then it happened; the unexpected I never prepared for in the weeks leading to this moment.  I had driven the boat up onto the trailer preparing to leave walking to secure the bow strap—it happened so suddenly.  I was thrown off the front bow crashing down onto the winch bouncing into the water.  I felt my ribcage collapse in and then pop back out.  I felt for certain I had broken several ribs maybe even a punctured lung.  In just a moment everything had changed.  I was fortunate two other fishermen had watched what had occurred.  They told me another boat blew the “no wake zone” bouncing the back of my boat with a wake that in turned bounced me from the bow.   They were kind enough to finish loading my boat and followed me back to the north end of the lake.

Excruciating pain is not even sufficient to describe what I felt.  But, stubbornly I fished the tournament any way.  I did head the advice given to me by a fellow competitor a retired doctor; don’t take the risk running the lake, one bad wave could puncture a lung-I would likely bleed to death before I could get help.  I fished close to Scott Driver just minutes away where I could take a back boat trail to avoid rough water.  I had my chances to finish in the money but I managed to lose the first five fish to over exaggerated hook sets.  I managed only four small fish the first day and a small limit the second day.  I cannot truthfully say I was satisfied with my finish but looking back I can say I did the best with the options I had at the time.  I still have that little voice inside telling me – you found them but, you just couldn’t get to them.   I will return next year to the Big O; the big ones will still be there.

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