
Originally Posted by
Bandit1
A couple years ago Austin & I were partners in a bass club that has since parted ways. Anyway, our first tournament was on Barren, well I have this spot in early spring that I can wear them out in but you have to go through inches of water to get to it. So we get to it & start fishing, catching some short ones, well, we get to this flat & all heck breaks loose in the back of the boat. Austin throws his shad rap up on this flat & start reeling it ever so slowly, alot slower than I was as he has more patients than I do, anyway, all of the sudden I hear "Dad, Dad, I got one". I turn around and his pole is doubled over. Me knowing this was it if we get it in the boat. He fights & fights, it comes up to the surface & its about 4 lbs. He is having a ball fighting this thing & I am a nervous wreck. All of the sudden it darts under the boat & I feel it hit the bottom of the boat, it hit it that hard, suprised it didn't knock itsel out. Next thing I know he pulls in the bait with no fish. It seems like this fight went on for 15 minutes & I know it was a meer 20- 30 seconds. The fish hit the bottom of the boat hard enough to un hook itself. He was mad, (Had an Ike moment so to speak). After a couple minutes of sitting down going "But Dad it was right there & it got off". I tell him thats why they call it fishing & not catching. We go in & come in 3rd by about 2 lbs. Still a good day with him.
Later that year we have a tournament on the River out of Rocky point. It rains so hard that morning that all we can do is sit under the bridge and wait it out. It was cold and windy. We tie to the bridge to try to stay somewhat dry. When the rain calms down we head out to our first spot as Deer creek is rising and getting muddy. We get there, we fish for a couple hours & not even a bite. So we just start driving & looking for cleaner water. We find it & he says Dad, can I use your pole for a second. I say sure & hand it to him & we start fishing. I start to troll & he says Dad, hang on, so I stop us. He flips out & BAM. First keeper of the day. He sees it laying in the shallow water, I do not. We stay in this spot all day and end up with 4 & come in second. He is so excited to win something he cant stand it & all the way back to New Wash. that is all he can talk about is that day of fishing.
Later that same year we have a tournament at Duffy's. We atke off that morning, a perfect morning might I add. We fish for a while & we head to another spot. We get there & we fish for a bit & then we run into this school of bass all about 10- 11 inches long. We sat there for about two hours catching those & had an absolute blast. I bet we catch 20- 30 all together. That was better than winning anything the tournament had to offer. Until this day when he sees the spot he goes "remember when we caught all those bass right there? That was a good day."
He just turned 13 on the 9th, Time goes by so fast. Seems like just yesterday I was rocking him to sleep at night & only dreaming of the days we could fish together.
There are so many more days I can remember from Dale Hollow to Rough River to other tournaments. He is just growing up to fast.
I am sure that when he sees this he will respond to it also.
Jason
Jason