The Last One
That's it the last major tournament for me in 2018 is in the books. It was definitely a memorable adventure to Houghton Lake and a place I would like to go back to someday. Everyone was faced with challenging conditions up there, as we faced a 30 degree temperature drop on tournament morning. It was a refreshing taste of fall, but I don't think it helped the bite any. Congrats to the winners for figuring out the right bites in a brutal tournament like this!
I knew right from the get go I was going to have my work cut out for me. My only experience on the lake was an NBAA classic in the spring a decade or more ago. I knew what I was doing then wouldn't play and I didn't make it up there to pre practice. That ended up being a really poor decision because we were faced with sustained 30 mph winds on our official practice day. Houghton is big, open, and there is nowhere to hide. I didn't get really anything out of practice, I found a few things I was looking for but never got bit off them. My short day produced 1 walleye, 1 pike, and 1 largemouth. Shaun had something come up so I was going it alone in the tournament. There was no doubt I had my work cut out for me.