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Beginning of Mamma Jamma
In this reader submitted article, Lunker Man tells us the beginning of of his quest for Mamma Jamma. If you have a story that you would like to share with our audience, email us at and we will put it up.

The Beginning of the Search for Mama Jamma

So there I was, the golden sun was just rising out of our rounded hills. The sunbeams uncovered mist which was coming off my favorite lake. The lake that I have fished on for more years than I can remember. As I was scanning the lake it seemed as if the large mouths were ready for the chase which was about to ensue. Today was the best day of the year, Opening Day of Fishing Season. Some people worship professional sports and wait for their favorite teams to start, but for me the first day that I can get out there in the New Year is the best. Like all bass anglers, I have been looking forward to this day since I packed the pole away and cleaned the last of my tackle.

What does opening day mean to a fisherman like myself, everything. From the day that my pole is put away and I evaluate what I need to purchase to getting out of the lake is like torture. Like a drug addict I check out the latest sales at Cabelas and Bass Pro Shops to see what I am missing. When I have the opportunity to get out there during the weekends, I ensure that I test out the latest new technology or see if the new hot bait is really worth it.

I hopped into my boat and started the engine and while it warmed up, I scouted the lake in order to see where I would drop my line today. From past experience I knew where the mid sized lunkers were, however I wanted to get the king fish of the lake. I always had success here, but the big one eluded me. This was the year I kept telling myself. There was something different about this day, I could feel it.

So I decided to go for the risk as I knew I had about an hour before the amateurs came out with their new shiny boats and latest tackle and lack of fish. I chose a spot that from the bank looked very quiet, unlike the remainder of the lake. As the wind went past my ears and I became closer to the area I noticed something different, there was more structure than I had remembered in the past. Now I though back and remembered back to a strong storm we had that knocked out power for days. Apparently this storm gave our bass some more structure to be in.

The first cast went as uneventful as most of them do. Consistent with my other casts of the day, I decided to go with a weedless set up. Once I got into a rhythm with my casts, I kept working the bait it in and out of the structure to wake the big one’s up and get them startled.
Just then out of the corner of my eye I saw what must have been the king of the lake, the big one I was waiting for. For a brief moment it seemed as if we both were on the same page, he was going to try to out fox me and I was going to make him, the Mamma Jamma the first of the year.

After the couple of hours, I was unsuccessful in landing him. By this point my buddy had about 5 smallies under his belt. He didn’t think it would be possible for me to land this fish as it was easily twice the size of any fish that I had caught previously. He was not interested and was going after quantity. I knew as we rode back in the truck, I would hear all about it. However at this point I didn’t care one bit.

As the Sun moved up in the sky and the lake became more crowded, I lost track of Mama Jamma. The sound of fresh Tritons cutting the water and the cackle of the newbie’s seemed to scare him away. After chasing this fish up and down the water I began to sense that today was not the day that I would be catching this lunkers. I abandoned my chase of Mamma Jamma, but did not forget my new quest.

We were in the truck going down the interstate and my buddy who was apparently keeping score let me know how many he caught. I knew after a few brews the sting of his words wouldn’t be as strong. I tuned him out and began to think of my plan for the big one.

Lunker Man
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