Whenever I draw a tournament partner that guarantees easy limits of bass, it’s the kiss of death.
Yesterday was Valentine's Day. I normally bring a dozen roses to my wife, Debbi, at her office. This year, I waltzed into her office during business hours with my guitar in hand. It was a first. I'm a closet guitar player. I strum with 10 thumbs and have a voice like a bullfrog with laryngitis.
I had entered the Toho tournament as a co-angler. My biggest concern was that I would draw partners that were sight fishing for spawners. That never happened.
In this photo gallery you will see images of the 2009 weekend series championship on Lake Dardenelle in Arkansas day four.