Had my first Kansas Kayak Anglers tournament of the year this past Saturday at Mined Wildlife Area in Southeast Kansas. It's one of the more unique areas you could ever get the chance to fish with over 1,000 different "pits", ranging in size from small enough to cast across to 50 acres, some deeper than 60' and spread all across 4 different counties. It really provides endless opportunities and only limits an angler by how hard they're willing to work to access some of the more remote pits. I've been fishing the pits occasionally for over 20 years, but I've never really felt like I had a good feel for them. They're so much different than fishing a typical lake or pond and you can fish 2 that are directly next to each other, but fish nothing alike. Also, since many are so small, it takes very little to greatly effect them, so a minor change to one can drastically effect how it fishes. I've had many that fished great in the past that suddenly stopped producing. Add in the local guys having the obvious huge advantage of knowing them better, it's a very intimdating place to try to tackle. With all that, I decided to spend a couple days prefishing to try some new pits, and check on a couple old standbys. I stopped by my favorite and made 5 cast from the bank and caught 2 fish, one 18.50 and one 17, so I never even dropped my kayak in, just kept moving. Another old favorite was much clearer and more weedy than normal, but I caught a nice one on a glide, lost a good one on a glide, and caught a nice one on a T-rig, so I left after a hour there. I jumped around several different pits on Thursday, most were just not what I was looking for. At the end of the day, I pulled up to one that I'd never fished before that was supposed to have a ramp, it didn't, it was about 30' to the water from the gravel turn around. I grabbed a spinning rod and Neko and walked down to the water. Way too clear, too much weeds, this wasn't it, but I had only about 2 hours left in the day and I was worn out, decided to just see if I could catch some dinky pit fish to add to my Catch 2026 total. My first cast was an 8.50" fish, just what I expected. Next cast, thought the fish was stuck in the weeds until it started moving and jumped. Super healthy looking, probably over 18", broke me off in the brush at my feet. Did not expect that at all. Walked back to the truck and rerigged another neko, walked back and cast at a different laydown. Line moves off again, set into another solid fish, another 17ish inch fish launched into the air and tossed my bait. I'd brought both kayaks since the Hobie is way lighter than my Oldtown. Went back to the truck, threw the seat on it, grabbed the pedals and paddle and my rod and measuring board and down the hill we went. Turned out, I was wrong about that pit. I was pretty excited leaving there and also seeing there was more, very similar pits just south of this pit, so I was going to be exploring that the next day and it was going to be a challenge to get to also, meaning likely unpressured fish. Friday rained almost all day. The other pit was almost exactly like the pit from the night before. The fish were either tiny, or really nice, which was just fine with me. I caught a few good ones and got out of there before anyone saw me. That after noon I went to a nearby city lake in search of a big fish for the year long Big Bass Bonanza. I caught so many nice fish from that little pond, and I got my big one, biggest fish of the year for me so far and anyone in the contest. 21.50" 5.97 lbs Tournament morning, I decided to go to my favorite pit that I'd caught the 2 nice ones from the bank and left. I started by getting broke off in a brush pile by what I assume was a big catfish, then caught a 15" fish on a bladed jig. It was a hour later before I finally got another bite, but it was an 18" fish. This pit isn't usually a numbers game, just good quality, but it was slow even for it. Then I heard an engine roar. Next thing I knew, a boat was flying by on plane. It's one of the larger pits, and there isn't any rules about wakes or speeds, but it's really frustrating to have someone do that in that environment when the fish tend to be so in tune with their surroundings. I think he was testing his motor or something, because he ripped back and forth several times before he finally stopped. At that point, my shoreline was all stirred up mud. My confidence was gone in this pit and I fished through my favorite part of it for the next hour and never had a bite, it was time to move. I threw the kayak on the trailer, all the stuff that would surely blow off into the truck, and away I went for the short 5 mile trip down the road to my new pits. I lightened my load by a lot, but should have done even more. I put the motor back on, but should have left it off because I never even dropped it. I also cut back to 5 rods, but only used 2. I only had 2 tackle trays and 2 plastic totes, but only used 1 of each. It was about 10:30 when I got back on the water, lines out was 3pm, so I had plenty of time still. My first fish was a little 13.50, but it was something. Next bite was a 17.75 on the neko, now I was getting somewhere. A few cast later, I caught a 16.50 to complete my limit. After that, things got weird. A little after 11:30, I hooked another solid fish, a 16.75". I slapped it on the board, happy to be culling out the 13" fish. Took the picture my TourneyX App and flopped it back in the water. What I never did do was one of the first things you learn when you start kayak tournaments, I never checked my picture. The TourneyX App sometimes has a slight delay between when you take the picture, and when it actually takes it, which is exactly what it did. All I got in my picture is a close up of my seat when I set my phone back down. The fish was gone and I still needed to cull a 13.50. Frustrated, I went back to fishing. I paddled through one narrow chute into a new pit and next to a big log, hooked a decent fish, but it popped off next to the kayak. 5 minutes later, I hooked a good one off the edge of a weedline on my Neko, but it also came off next to my kayak. I was really getting frustrated at this point. I fished to the end of the pit, which didn't go as far as I thought it looked like it did on Google Maps. I switched to a different color worm on my neko and worked back through the pit. By the weedline where I'd lost the last good one, I got bit again. This time I hooked it and fought it to the kayak, but it jumped and tossed my bait again! My head was spinning, I couldn't do anything different other than let them swallow the bait. Right next to that was the log I'd lost the first one on. I got stuck on it momentarily, popped it loose and as soon as I tried to reel it in, a good fish flashed and ate my bait. Set the hook, reeled a few times, and my bait popped out of the water. I've never felt so cursed. I just must not be my day today I was thinking. I had worked everything twice and there was just a little less than 2 hours to go. I knew this pit was about done producing bites, I decided to load up as fast as I could and move to the pit next to it and hope to make something happen in the hour I'd have left. After loading and unloading as fast as I could, I threw my seat, pedals, board, paddle, 2 rods, and a couple spare baits in the kayak. I had high hopes because this pit had produced a few good ones the day before in prefishing, but after the first 30 minutes, I was afraid that might have been due to the overcast, rainy conditions. It was much shallower than I realized and the water pretty clear, I could see bottom most everywhere. My wife called me and I was sort of breaking down the misfortune of the day, when I got a bite and admittedly kind of half-heartly fought it to the kayak. That's when it turned and I realized it was much larger than I realized. I scooped it with the net and knew I had a significant cull, it turned out to be a 17.50" fish, it was 2:27PM, 33 minutes left. I submitted that picture, made my next cast, and while I was working it, spotted another nice fish crusing by. I quickly reeled my back back past it, dropped it down, and it ate it immediately, another 17.50" fish. It was 2:30PM, 30 minutes left. Back out and around to where I pulled my kayak into the pit, I cast at a little laydown and worked it back. I gave up on the cast and tried to reel in when a good fish ate it. It fought like crazy before getting in the net, another 17.50" fish at 2:42PM, 18 minutes left. There was one little finger of the pit I hadn't fished that I had to push over a log to get to but there looked to be decent water past it. I shoved back there and as I floated into it, I spotted another good fish cruising. It took just 2 cast before she ate my bait. This time it was my biggest fish of the day, an 18.75" fish, at 2:52PM, 8 minutes left. I caught one more dink before time ran out. At 2PM I had 81.75", at 3PM I had 89.50", it was a wild last 35 minutes. I hadn't looked at the standings all day because my day was not going well, so I was just happy to find out I'd made the top 5 in the end. Then in the end, I ended up in 2nd place. It was really a great ending to such a roller coaster ride of a day.