Friday, March 10, 2006
Part of the reason I'd done well in this tournament was because I was sticking with largemouths and swinging for the fences, trying to catch big ones. Today, those fish had moved.
I'd been fishing the back of this one creek, and Frank Ippoliti had been fishing the right-hand side of the same creek. We'd been honoring each other's water – he didn't fish my stuff and I didn't want to fish his because it had only been giving up about 8 pounds a day.
Yesterday I caught 15 keepers, but today I never had a bite. Meanwhile, Frank caught 15 pounds. All of my fish must have swam over to his bank. He said he caught 20 fish.
I went to a different area and caught the one spotted bass. It was a frustrating day, but that's fishing.
The only two things I can figure that might have happened were the baitfish might have swung over to his bank for some reason, or else the strong winds we had last night might have stirred up that shallower area that I was in. His area was a little deeper.
It had to be something, because those fish definitely moved.