Bad Bass Boys

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District Disaster x 2 “LOOK OUT. HE’S GOING TO HIT YOU!”

This was it, the final event.  The culmination of many early mornings, several tournaments, many days of practice and several entry fees all to get here.  It was finally upon us. The District 2 Day State Championship.  The morning was crisp and cool with a slight fog hovering over the lake.  The sun was just starting to crest and the smell of outboard engines was in the air.  Man I love tournament mornings.  After receiving the rules and safety brief and getting our take-off positions, I climbed aboard my boat.  My mind was racing as I triple checked, to ensure all my equipment was in pristine condition, ready to deal a devastating loss to my competition.  I watched my opponents walk across the beach and board their vessels.  Some where laughing and joking, others appearing to be determined and anxious.  In my mind, I rehearsed my strategy in preparation for ooze off….Now hold on a minute.  I must digress here.  Why do we call it ooze off?  Are we really fooling anyone?  Have you ever seen a guy start a tournament by gently easing the throttle forward to a comfortable cruising speed while he enjoys a cup of joe and a donut?  I never have.  What I know is the throttle hammering, blast out of the hole, wave skippin’, cold, tears streaming down your face adrenaline rush called a “blast off”.  That’s what I know.  That’s what I was mentally preparing for.  Let’s be honest and call it what it is.  So, as I was preparing for the “blast off” my thoughts were shattered by someone yelling, “LOOK OUT.  HE’S GOING TO HIT YOU!”  I turned and watched helplessly as another angler fumbled for his throttle, trying to stop his motor from backing into mine.  It was too late.  As the motors connected, he gunned his engine clipping my prop with his.  My boat was still beached and I was out of commission with a large chunk of a prop blade missing.  This guy must be a pro, I thought.  He managed to eliminate one opponent before we even took off.  How did I fail to anticipate that tactic?  How could I be so stupid?  I didn’t even consider this type of strategy.  How clever was this guy?  I had no recourse or counter-attack.  No way to reinsert myself into the fight, I merely took a whoopin with no way to recover. 

It took a moment to realize what had just happened.  As my dreams of fame and glory came to a metal crunching end I pondered my next move.  Would I just quit?  Go home with my tail dragging like a whipped puppy?  No!  I decided, “If you want to play with the big boys you must overcome adversity”.  So that was it, I would fish no matter what.  I was able to use the motor to idle around the lake but it severely restricted my ability to get to my spots.  I caught a few fish that day but not much for weight. 

I replaced the prop that night and started day 2 with a fresh attitude.  Today would be the day I etch my name in the tournament books as an angler that never quits, never accepts defeat and is able to rebound from anything you throw at me…NOT! 

The launch and “blast off” were uneventful.  I raced to one spot, then another trying to limit early.  On my third leg of my run-n-gun strategy my dreams of fame n glory didn’t just come crashing down….they exploded on impact!  I ran through an area I have run a hundred times only this time I failed to account for the unusually low water levels.  Yup, I ran the prop across the bottom with the throttle wide open.  I managed to shear the skeg off and fold all three blades over on a prop that had literally only touched the water for about an hour.  I limped the boat to the nearest shoreline telling myself that I would finish this tournament no matter what.  Yeah right!  I was so mad, so mentally defeated that I couldn’t even cast a lure with any accuracy.  Two props in two days?  Unbelievable!  I threw my rod down and spent the next hour and a half idling back to the ramp.  Just to add insult to injury, the wind was in my face and blowing hard the whole way.  I now carry a spare prop, watch my surroundings and always check for recent changes to the water level.  I don’t have a great lesson for you to learn or some great story about overcoming life’ obstacles.  This is simply a story about another day in the pursuit of that ever elusive professional angler status. 


Jim Juntunen



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January 21, 2008 Posted by | Fishing Reports | , , , , , , , , | 1 Comment


Bay Lake

   If you like catching rock bass and lots of them, Bay Lake in Minnesota should be your next vacation destination. Bay Lake is located in central Minnesota just northwest of Mille Lacs Lake.  It also holds quality largemouth bass, pike, and sunfish.  The water is so clear its like looking through a window. I could see structure seven feet down.  The bottom was made up  primarily of gravel and sand.  It’s a large lake but it is broken up by islands and canals so it fishes like a small lake.

  I skipped senkos and french fry worms under docks. Topwater was productive around the weed lines in 6 to 12 feet deep.   The rock bass and northern pike liked everything I threw  that day: senkos, french fry worms, buzz baits, and poppers.  Those little buggers just wouldn’t give up. The largemouth bass preferred the worms.  If your looking for rock bass I’ve found heaven on earth for you. 

August 11, 2007 Posted by | Fishing Reports | 4 Comments

A Little ‘Stress Reliever’ Lake

Little Lake Bass 

Just had to share these stress relievers with everyone.  This was a Friday evening, “after-work”, outing that I took after a very bad week at work.  The photos didn’t work out though.  Behind the Bass, up in the tops of the trees, I was watching 3 Bald Eagles when I caught this guy.  One had the white head and the other two must have been young still.  You can’t really see them but that’s what I was ‘shootin’ for.  The other picture turned out more dark than it actually was. 

I wanted to relieve stress and get away so I went to this tiny lake my neighbor told me about that is a “stones throw” away from a lake that gets pounded by tournaments.  Even though the stench of cow manure was really strong, it was the perfect lake.  It only had 4 or 5 docks, is ringed with pads and reeds and has good bottom contour.  The point I’m trying to make is try those tiny lakes in your area.  They can be goldmines and your personal “Stress Reliever”.  Tell us about your ‘personal’ bass lake.

Little Lake Moon Rise

July 28, 2007 Posted by | Fishing Reports | Leave a comment

One big mother

dustoffoldlures.jpgMinnesota Fishing Hall of Fame

Yeah…Yeah…I know. It’s the wrong species for this website but this one got me into the Minnesota Fishing Hall of Fame.  Cut me some slack…You can’t tell me you wouldn’t want to share this.

I caught this 45″ Northern Pike on Whiteface Reservoir in Minnesota on a #3 Mepps Spinner Gold with a Yellow bucktail. Sometimes it pays to go with the classics. I weighed this monster on a digital scale that I believe is whacked. It showed 18.5 lbs. All measurements and fish length/girth calculation show this fish at 21.5 to 22.5 lbs. Either way, it’s a nice fish. Bottom line is, next time your out wetting a line, don’t be afraid to let some of your old lures take a swim. They need the exercise and could surprise you.


June 27, 2007 Posted by | Fishing Reports | Leave a comment



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