OK, so I took off from work today to do a little fishing at Pickwick and thought I might get a chance to see some of the Pros out on the lake. I got to the boat ramp a little later than normal (about 6:45 am) and I went to my favorite spring time Honey Hole.
Fished for about 2 hours in no hurry while watching tournament boats run past me at full throttle. Caught 7 or 8 fish with the biggest one about three pounds. I had only covered about half of the area I call my "Honey Hole", its not very big, with some of my favorite casting spots still untouched.
At precisely 9:17 a.m. a tounament boat pulls into my area about 30yds away. So I have a decision to make, what to do, move over and let him fish, or stand my ground and fish my spot. Since fishing is how he feeds his family, I put my rod down and trolled out to towards his boat and gestured with my hand that it was all his. I figured I'd watch him fish for awhile and when he leaves I would fish a little more then ride around and see where all the pros where fishing.
Well in the next FOUR hours I sat and watched him pick apart my Honey Hole and put together a 20 plus pound sack! I was close enough to him I could have casted one of his SPRO frogs and landed it on his deck. He went from being in 60th place after day 1, to a top twenty spot and less than 2 pounds away from the top 12.
We talked a few times during the day and he was very gracious and thankful. I'm glad he did good, but dang I hated watching him catch MY fish. He said he would be back in the morning. Dang, just DANG.
I don't really mind that he caught a good sack, but if he makes it to the top 12 and gets to fish the last day, Mark Zona will be on ESPN showing a map of my Honey Hole to the whole nation. The thought of that kinda makes my stomach quezy. Dang, just DANG.