I was supposed to leave on Friday around noon so I could stop half way for the night but had to change my plans due to the bad weather moving across Louisiana, Mississippi, and Alabama. So I left early Saturday morning and made the trip in one day -- a long 13 hour drive.
My practice partner and I launched early Sunday morning with hopes of catching some good Texas fish and figuring out a pattern for the tournament during our three day practice. It would take me a long time to tell you exact air temps and weather conditions during this time simply because it would change within minutes -- clouds, sun, cool, warm but, most of all, wind. It seemed the wind was always blowing but from all different directions.
So you couldn't count on one particular spot being out of the wind for any length of time. The saying is that the wind is our friend but not on that lake. The fish in Lewisville don't like the wind. The water temps stayed in the mid 60s all week.
For three days we tried everything we could possibly think to do. We researched the map many times, we tried different lures with different colors and presentations, and wore ourselves out mentally, emotionally, and physically. It was tough and we were feeling it. At the same time, we were doing our best to keep our "game faces" on and not let it beat us. But I truly felt whipped by Lake Lewisville.
Along with that came the disappointment that I couldn't figure anything out. So we went to the draw knowing that we had no clue what to do when competition time was upon us. We had zeroed our whole practice.
