In upstate NY we have an annual tournament put on by the Red Cross. It is a fund raising tournament that raises a considerable amount of money, and also has generous prize payouts as well. The tournament starts on a Friday night at midnight, and continues through sunday at 4 pm. It consists of 7 bodies of water in the finger lakes region and has 3 weigh stations placed aroung the ares. While ***** last week I was also scouting for some big bass for the red cross tournament which was this weekend. I boated a 20.125" smallmouth last week which only happened to take 8th place on bounty, but around the finger lakes, probobaly would have taken somewhere between 1st and 4th place in the red cross. My estimates put the fish somewhere between 4.3 and 4.8 pounds although I didnt weigh it, I only measured it for bounty, then released it. I also caught numerous other bass that were respectable sized fish. I had a good pattern going, and was on some nice fish. Friday night I laid down at 6pm to get a couple hours of sleep, I wanted to be on the water by 3am at the latest, in order to fish the last couple hours of dark and every bit of dawn. I had an hour drive ahead of me so I set the alarm clock for 1:45am. I never did fall asleep until 9:00pm(I was like a kid on christmas) so I had a minimal amount of sleep going in to the morning. When I arrived at the north end of Keuka lake at 3:00 am, the wind was horrendous, I fish from a 12'6" malibu pro explorer fishing kayak so I felt like I was on the bering sea in the deadliest catch. I will say the malibu is a seaworthy and stable kayak. It will take 3' whitecaps no problem (although you may get a little wet). After sloshing my way across the end of the lake in the dark, I reached my shoreline where I had done so well the week before. This was it, time to put some fish on the board. The week before, you couldent put anything in the water without getting bit by largemouths or smallmouths. Live Crawfish or Shiners were only lasting 2 minutes in the water tops. Skipping flukes under the docks was bangin, And spinnerbaits down the dockposts was producing as well. My pattern was this: the north end of keuka lake is a substantial millfoil bed lined with docks around the perimeter. During the night the bass are moving in on the docks to feed and staying there until activity picks up around 9 or 10 in the morning. As lake activity picks up, the fish move back out to the weed bed and hold until late evening again. The docks first thing in the morning have been awsome. When I arrived for the tournament, my pattern had changed, the wind had thrown a curve ball at me, it had been blowing all night directly in to the end of the lake and the water went from crystal clear to stained. My honey hole went from big largemouths and smallmouths to Rock Bass. A shiner or Crawfish wouldent buy a bite, and artificials only produced Rock Bass. I diligently fished this pattern from 3am through daylight and till about 9:00am until the wind kicked up even more and forced me off the lake. There wasn't a boat left on the north end of the lake by 9:30 am. As I sat there staring at the lake wondering what to do, I realized that of all the bodies of water in the finger lakes region that were sanctioned for this tournament that I fish, the best bass fishing was at the north ends. This is due to the geography in NY, when the glaciers carved the lakes, it left the south ends deep and cold (good for trout) and the north ends shallow and weedy. I wasn't going to get on the north end of any of the lakes today, so my only option was south. I packed up the boat and headed for hammondsport (the south end of Keuka). The lake at the south end was extremely fishable, but I had never fished it before. I didnt know the water at all, and it is not at all known for bass, it is known for lake trout. I fished the south end diligently for about 6 hours. I ended up catching one small largemouth (about 16"), a pickeral (about 24"), a perch on a large spinnerbait(I'll post a pic), and one little smallouth(about 8"). I did manage to hook a nice smallie, about 3 pounds, but it rolled off. I also got stuck on the lake in a hell of a thunderstorm. I had to take reffuge under some overhanging trees for shelter and ride it out. At about 4:00 pm, and no big fish to speak of, I decided to go north again and see if the lake was any more navigable. When I returned, it was still a little rough but it was fishable. I tried my pattern again to no avail, so I retreated into the weed beds for largemouths and got nothing. I went offshore onto points and shoals for deep smallmouths to no avail. The weather had changed something. I fished into the night (dark is at about 9:15pm) with the same success as earlier in the day, rock bass and little small and largemouths and a perch and a pickeral. At dark I went back to the docks to give my pattern one more try. I hit my shoreline with plans to fish until 11:00pm tops. I only had 2 shiners left and a couple of crawfish. At about 10:30 I put away the spinnerbait and fluke and rigged up a 4" shiner. I flipped the shiner up under the front edge of a dock and opened the bail. When my line jumped I gave the fish a second to eat it, then reared back. It was on! The fish immediately came out of the water with a vengeance and I knew it was a money fish. It was a 4.5-5 pound smallmouth. I dont know how many of you have caught large smallmouths from a kayak, but it will actually pull the boat around. After the first jump it lunged around the front end of the kayak, turning me to the right, then came out of the water again. I then went under the boat and straight back for the dock. It stripped drag and got back under the dock about 3 feet. I managed to get it back out of the dock again and it stripped line around the back of the kayak, just when I thought my arm could stretch no further behind me, it came out of the water again. It then lunged straight out next to me broadside and jumped again showing its wide girth. As the fished showed submission it came up to the surface and floated on its side. I brought the fish towards me and reached out with the net and pop, the hook popped out of his mouth, and with a splash of the tail, he was gone. I wanted to cry! I had been through 2 thunderstorms, and the roughest lake of my life in a kayak, and was going on 19.5 hours of straight fishing, with little more than small breaks in the casting to devour a sandwich and chug a bottle of water. I couldent believe what just happened. I lazily paddled my kayak back across the end of keuka lake in dismay and discouragement. I packed up my boat and headed home. When i awoke this morning, I was still in a state of awe, I had never fished for such a long stretch in my life with such a dramatic ending. I have been fishing extremely heavily for the last 20 years, and have never had a more dissapointing occurence of the big one that got away.