Columbia River BBT  

Let’s start with the worst color ever.   No.  Fate should never take a back-seat.  Best to illustrate this with a timeline:  

  • March 7th, 2016:  Edwin Evers wins a classic on “Andy’s Jigs.”  I buy a couple.  They have a unique chunk of deer hair tied in with the silicone.  I’m told by an un-named angler that they look like the result of a grizzly ingesting rotten huckleberries.  Whatever.


  • February 16th 2017:  I meet Jake Boomer in Spokane to acquire a much needed ALPHA ANGLER 7’1 MH spinnerbait rod.  There’s some weird love triangle drama happening across the bar.  It distracts our conversation only for a second.  The old man leaves with a very young gal, and they stick the middle aged heartbroken woman with the tab.   If we weren’t deep in moving-bait conversations, we might have talked about it.


  • March 18th:  I subscribe to Game Over Angling, and read up on muddy water river tactics using a color I dislike.  Hate.  Despise.  Loathe.


  • March 25th:  I stop into Limit Out while in the area for work.  I find some baits the GOA article recommends for dirty river fishing.  I recall the buyer’s remorse.  


  • April 1:  I fish a Columbia Basin Tournament in muddy conditions at Irrigon and do well… on green pumpkin.  I made some custom trailers that were a chartreuse Yamamoto grub body, melted onto the flapper end of a Netbait Paca Craw. Never fished it.  


  • April 29 & 30:  I fish a BASS Nation Draw Tournament requiring extra supplies a non-boater would need.  You know… things like an extra weigh bag I would throw in the boat.

Let’s switch gears.  

A Limit Out BBT isn’t what I thought:   

Conditions changed from the useless prefish I had the weekend prior.  Water is staining up from a bloated Snake River.  Wind is forecasted.  Water levels were fairly low. Could go lower.  After flipping reeds and cranking, I’m 2 hours in and a couple smallmouth have taken lazy swipes at an orange squarebill.  Why did I sign up for this punishment?

After a move, my 2nd cast results in a hideous spinnerbait graciously entering the water within a few inches of a boulder.  I turn the handle once and the vibration of my spinnerbait was felt momentarily.  A line that just came tight, went completely limp just as fast.  

A single angler using a net is a liability.  With a 6.3lber in it, I struggled with just one arm to lift it into the boat.  It jumps out of the net, turns its head and takes me for a 1/2 lap around the boat.   I sit down in the driver’s seat and cradle it.  It’s 8:40am.  Head back to weigh by 9:00 or stay and see if I was onto something on this boulder pile?  Dropping water could leave me stuck.  If the fish goes belly up, that would be catastrophic.  Easy call.  

I’m off pad, near the dock with 7 minutes to the hour.  The chatter between 5 boats is amusing.  “what you got”?  “I got one well over 5”.  “Lets see it”.  “Lets see yours first.” (3 boats leave immediately 2 remain) “I’ll show you mine, if you show me yours.”   WHAT THE HELL KIND OF PARTY IS THIS?  We are now playing cards it appears.   Immediately I have an internal ethical debate.  Expecting accurate estimations, let alone genuine honesty from competitors involving cash, felt like a fool’s errand.  I would be as transparent as possible, whatever that meant.  

Coming to the first hour with a “full house” helps learn the poker game for free.  Seeing the fish that leave, the reactions to the conversations and how long it took for those reactions to take place was telling.  I tried to ingest it all.  I could see a use for this data if I had 2 or 3 fish in my livewell.

After hour 1 victory pictures, I make a quick detour upriver out of convenience.  It’s not happening.  Lets get back down to the zone.

The Alpha Angler Custom Spinnerbait rod is now alone on the front deck.  I need to add one more big fish offering that can pick apart deep water, rock and weeds.  Jig sounds good, but I’d need one that I don’t care much about.  Edwin Evers’ face flashed in my mind as I recalled the jig I bought that looked like bear shit.  I could care less if I break that thing off.  I’d need a trailer for muddy water.  At wide open throttle toward the area, another idea hits me like a Peterbilt crossing a center line.

The franken-bait I melted together for the club tourney at Irrigon back in April.  It is sitting in my tray next to my hotfoot at the bottom of the boat.  It’s buried.  Somehow I find it.

As soon as I tie it on, I want to cut it off… I’m really hoping they are still biting a spinnerbait.

I start with the spinnerbait and it secures a good one, but the jig is what catches flame.  I would fill my 3 fish limit.  Weigh an hourly winner, then run back and replace the fish I just weighed in almost no time.  Just as fast, it was done.   I’d get 6 good bites all day.

At this point, I was happy with 2 hourly checks. I think there were 4 hours left, and I had 3 solid fish in the livewell.  I was committed less to fishing at this point, and thinking about a plan to win 3 of the last 4 hours with what I had.  My area closer to the ramp felt shut down and I wasn’t going to try to enter my other area packing 3 good ones because I could have gotten stuck.  Not worth it.

I’m headed back to the dock when I remember the extra weigh bag I had put in the boat for my BASS Qualifier co-anglers.  The bag is gin-clear.  Clear bags magnify what is inside.  I had already weighed two giant fish.  If I put any fish of size in this clear bag, people are going to think it’s a giant too.

I’m not sure if the clear bag made any difference in results, but it was a highly effective tool.  It would dissuade people from weighing their fish.  They’d question their own eyes and error on the side of caution by conceding the hour.  It would make decision making difficult for everyone but me.

The 5 lb smalljaw 

A guy claiming he had a 5.12 Yakima River fish kept coming to the scales.  He was sneaky with it.  Wouldn’t let anyone see.  For about 4 hours in a row he folded his hand hoping the competition would be smaller the next hour.  In the 2nd to last hour he was fed up.  He ignored my plastic bag shenanigans and put it to the test.  He had oversold the weight and came up a couple ounces short of a 4.63lb largemouth.

The final hour has no chatter.  Weigh what you got.  I put a 4.3 on the scale that I’d been carrying.  It edged a 4.22 for my 5th hourly winner.  Had the fellow with the smallmouth waited, he would have won the final hour by about a quarter pound.  

The Keys:  

  • Casting accuracy.  At one point, a boat fished in front of me.  They were too far from the fish.  The percentage of casts into the strike zone would have been too low to stack any odds.
  • The right equipment.  Alpha Angler Rods have helped secure 3 pieces of wood this year.  This customer spinnerbait rod kept the big fish pinned despite my landing mistakes.
  • The color choices of black and chartreuse on the jig and spinnerbait in stained water had to have helped even though all strikes were reactions.  The baits were all engulfed. 
  • GOA subscription:  Lots of good ideas that generate thoughts of your own.  That’s what happened here.
  • A 5/8oz jig roll casted in windy conditions had enough weight to “get there,” to generate a reaction, and light enough to avoid getting hung.  
  • Playing to win.  I knew the rules and tried to weigh the smallest fish I had that would win.  If someone folded with one bigger than what I had, I wouldn’t come back until I saw on Facebook that they weighed it.  This helped me be efficient in a tournament where that is impossible.

Russ Baker and Limit Out ran a great tournament.  His wife and others who put in the time to organize it are appreciated. He had me re-cap my day with a speech.  It was kind of a ramble, but it was really honest.  I think it went a little bit like this:

I don’t know about fate, but if you go back and re-read the timeline, it is odd how things piece themselves together.


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  1. I won the last one, and I was using one of Jake’s rods too. I was using the Zilla, excellent Rod, he built me a custom spinnerbait Rod also that I took the Potholes on Sunday after you devastated everybody and did pretty well myself, with it.