Northern Michigan Big Bass Hunt 2005 2
Every year now, we get at least one day like this. Wind howling. Waves churning. Cameraguy had to leave early anyway for a golf outing he does every year.
Every year now, we get at least one day like this. Wind howling. Waves churning. Cameraguy had to leave early anyway for a golf outing he does every year.
After only a 1-day delay this year (much better than last year), we were finally off on our annual fall northern fishing and camping trophy bass hunt.
I was pleasantly shocked the next morning when I was called off as boat number 2. Larry was boat number 3. That doesn’t normally happen and boosted my confidence. The guys at Top Bass did their best to get us out quickly since we could see boats coming across the lake from the other tournaments as we launched.
Any time you win a state level event, it’s a satisfying and memorable day, but this win would only be 2nd on my list of good things that happened to me in the 2000 season.
Three inches of wood pokes from shallow water hinting at the lair below. A compact white spinnerbait slides in nearby, deftly aimed between dead shoreline cattails and the stickup. No other place to hide.