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Date: September 8, 2019 Body of Water: Reeds Lake Boat: Numenon With: Alone Target: Largemouth Bass Time: 7:30 AM - 1:30 PM Conditions: Cloudy and 55 - 65 degrees F; water was stained with less than 3 feet of visibility; winds were calm to about 10 mph from all directions, but settling into easterlies Arriving just after 7 AM, I was surprised to find a number of bass rigs already on the water. It was Tournament Day, and I was going to be fishing behind them. Once I launched and jumped the starting battery from the trolling motor set (a switch had been flicked on and forgotten), I found that four boats were already sitting on the main hump, including two angling for the juicy spots; and another couple of boats were on the secondary hump. Other boats were scattered about, too, but they were occupying all of my seasonally favored spots. Oh well, I picked up the weed edge along the lake's north side and started cranking. Pretty quickly, a small bass jumped my DT10; at least there was some life! A couple of hundred yards further, I doubled back on a set of docks. A 14-inch, 1.25-pound bass ate my tail-weighted, Texas-rigged Senko; I was on the board! Returning to the crank, I was able to scratch out a few decent bass at 16, 18 and 15 inches. This brought my sack to about 9 pounds, with room for another and culling a definite possibility. But that never happened; surprisingly, I didn't get another quality bite for the remainder of my time. What do I have to say about this? I'd have not done too well in the day's tournament; I simply ate the humble pie that I deserved. Pondering the questions of core essence and finding meaning in unexpected ways
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