Yam's March Madness Tourney Report
Mar 20, 2016 18:40:07 GMT -5
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Post by Deleted on Mar 20, 2016 18:40:07 GMT -5
After the last two disasters, I swore off tourneys for good. Last week I had a fantastic few days of fishing. When it was all over, I was even more convinced that I am all about fishing alone. I don't like to be serious about fishing. It's just that simple. Tourneys are not for me!
So Thursday of this last week rolls around and I am on my way to SML to fish in the tourney. I apologize if that confuses you. My goal was to take all the things I learned from my past mistakes and do better. And even though I didn't have a partner, I was determined to just compete against my past. Me against me and... Well... maybe someone else.
On Thursday I quickly determined that my hot spot was cold but was still producing big fish, just not as many. I also learned that Mongos were the only bait producing anything. I also figured out a new technique for dragging the big boys out of the mud and a bunch of new places to fling the net.
On Friday, after watching the VCU game, I then went on a bait hunt that was a glorious time. Just something awesome about it. I randomly met KB, the lighting was fantastic, and I had a tank full of bait. I was one with Mongo! I also took this time to finalize my tourney strategy.
I knew where I wanted to fish and that others would want to fish here as well. Thus, rather than arriving late (Tourney 1) or hitting a log in the dark (Tourney 2), I decided to trailer my boat to my spot. I was also bound and determined to duke it out with other boats rather than run off and find a quiet spot.
I also picked up a partner at the very last minute in Bentrod. He was on board with my strategy and we implemented it without any second guessing. He helped me in the morning and I hated to see him go. We worked together like a well oiled machine. Easy going, laid back.. but with a tasty side of focus. And although we did not run and gun, his help was most appreciated on the tight turn backs. We certainly shared some memorable moments.
In short, I really enjoyed the whole experience. Rather than look at fishing the way I normally look at it, I looked at it more from a poker perspective. A tiny bit of deception and cunning is required in the game of poker.
And after tipping my mate and spending a hefty sum of cash at Captain Quarters for things I really don't need, I was able to bring home 8 dollars to share with my wife and a plaque that screams second place or... First Loser!
Oh yeah... This is my last tourney!
So Thursday of this last week rolls around and I am on my way to SML to fish in the tourney. I apologize if that confuses you. My goal was to take all the things I learned from my past mistakes and do better. And even though I didn't have a partner, I was determined to just compete against my past. Me against me and... Well... maybe someone else.
On Thursday I quickly determined that my hot spot was cold but was still producing big fish, just not as many. I also learned that Mongos were the only bait producing anything. I also figured out a new technique for dragging the big boys out of the mud and a bunch of new places to fling the net.
On Friday, after watching the VCU game, I then went on a bait hunt that was a glorious time. Just something awesome about it. I randomly met KB, the lighting was fantastic, and I had a tank full of bait. I was one with Mongo! I also took this time to finalize my tourney strategy.
I knew where I wanted to fish and that others would want to fish here as well. Thus, rather than arriving late (Tourney 1) or hitting a log in the dark (Tourney 2), I decided to trailer my boat to my spot. I was also bound and determined to duke it out with other boats rather than run off and find a quiet spot.
I also picked up a partner at the very last minute in Bentrod. He was on board with my strategy and we implemented it without any second guessing. He helped me in the morning and I hated to see him go. We worked together like a well oiled machine. Easy going, laid back.. but with a tasty side of focus. And although we did not run and gun, his help was most appreciated on the tight turn backs. We certainly shared some memorable moments.
In short, I really enjoyed the whole experience. Rather than look at fishing the way I normally look at it, I looked at it more from a poker perspective. A tiny bit of deception and cunning is required in the game of poker.
And after tipping my mate and spending a hefty sum of cash at Captain Quarters for things I really don't need, I was able to bring home 8 dollars to share with my wife and a plaque that screams second place or... First Loser!
Oh yeah... This is my last tourney!
