Everyone knows that night time is when shenanigans take place. It was a Friday afternoon, in the middle of August 2018. A couple of friends and I were heading to Guntersville, AL for some night time frog fishing.
We planned to meet at the ramp, about an hour and a half drive from my house. I had been driving for about 15 minutes when the rain started. I thought we were to have a clear night; however, it poured the entire drive to Alabama.
Though, just as I pulled into the ramp, it stopped. I quickly checked the radar and it seemed I had a small window to get everything together. I had to get the kayak in the water before the bottom dropped out again and it was getting dark. I quickly threw on my rain gear and got everything rigged. I was just about to launch my kayak when another major cell rolled in. My friends had also arrived; because it was raining, everyone just sat in their trucks, attempting to wait it out.
The Rain Stopped
By the time it finished raining, it had gotten dark and we were sure we missed the best bite. We have caught some of our biggest fish in this area just as it is gets dark. WE were hoping for the same this time.
Finally, the rain let up enough for us to launch and head to our area which is about a mile away. Arriving at the spot we liked, we found movement in the water, just as the storm had passed, but nothing was actually biting.
Being hell-bent and determined, we kept fishing, making our way to the thick pads. Now, it was completely dark out because of the thick cloud cover. You couldn’t see your hand in front of your face.
Black Toad Bait
I was fishing in front, along the edge of the thick pads where I felt like I could find some nice frogs. I was throwing (another way of saying I was using) a Stanley Top Toad in black.
This is my go-to frog at night in Guntersville. All of a sudden, I got a huge explosion on my bait, reeled down and set the hook – nothing. I missed what I thought was a big fish. I made 3 or 4 more casts to the area hoping it would bite again.
On the 5th cast it came, but this time it just slurped it down, no big explosion. When I set the hook, I thought I had hung a stump! It was like dead weight on the end of my line. My friends turned on their head lamps and as I yelled out that I had a big one.
She put on a show jumping clean out of the water two or three times. It took me a few minutes to pull her in. She was a fighter. When I got her in the net and lifted into my kayak, I was sure she was a ten pounder – which I have never caught before. She looked massive.
On the Scales
I put her on the scales, she was 23.75 inches long and weighed in at 8lbs and 4oz. Not the ten pounder I was hoping for, but my new personal best.
We stayed out there all night catching nearly 40 fish between the 3 of us with several over 5lbs. The moral of the story is not to let those big storms scare you; wait them out and head get on the water after they pass. You might find your personal best as well.
Brent is a Sponsored Bass Angler from Murfreesboro, TN, where he is enjoying the single life of a tournament fisherman.