Starting the day out with Randall Tharp who looks right at home. Learning to fish on Lake Guntersville, Tharp fell in love with flipping weed lines in the fall. That pattern produces giants on Guntersville and translates to Seminole. With acres upon acres of hydrilla, milfoil and coontail blanketing the bottom of Lake Seminole, weedlines abound. Some just under the surface, some topped out, some with a hard edge, some with a tapering edge, some edges busted up into small clumps. And on any given day the bass seem to prefer one random edge over another. And incase you were thinking, 'oh well all you have to do is drop the trolling motor and fish an edge til you find fish', all of this vegetation is mixed in with thousands of acres of dead timber, still standing from when the lake was backed up. A few trees still stand tall, but the majority have been chopped off just below the water's surface by the constant erosion caused by breaking waves. Those make navigation all but impossible. Idling through these forests almost guarantees trouble. The boat will get hung up and have to be wrestled off a stump while hoping the effort to free oneself from the current road block doesn't put you atop another.
Trolling through isn't much better. It's kinda like those little games on the back of cereal boxes where you used to have to try to trace a way out of the maze with your crayon, then you'd reach a dead end and back up and try another route, another dead end, back up a little further and try another route, dead end. You get the picture. It's like the back of a cereal box... with a $70,000 crayon.