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Archived Blog From April 9th through April 28th, 2009


April 26, 2009

The catch and release opener this weekend makes it legal now for all of the bass aficionados to be out doing their thing. I, however, did not make a cast this weekend. I intended to at least wet a line, but it poured down rain while I was up at my cabin, and I didn't go down to the dock to try and catch a fish. I've already caught my first bass of the new season while Rick "The Cement Man" Skinner and I were down in Alabama.

I did get a chance to open up the cabin this weekend, and everything seemed to be in order after a long northern winter. I have a wedding coming up this coming weekend, so it will be a bit before the ole Basscat gets wet for the first time this year.

While up north, I had a chance to have coffee Saturday morning with Rick at the Na-Tah-Ka. Rick was able to make it at the usual 9:00 am meeting time even though he guided on a turkey hunt that morning. He was able to be there because he called in a triple bearded turkey just after dawn for a young hunter's first bird. Here are a couple of pictures. Rick had told me that their names were, Bill and Cody, father son respectively. I don't know if Rick told me their last names, but in any case here's the results of their 09 Spring turkey hunt.

April 09 Triple Bearder

A proud father with a very happy son!


April 09 Triple Bearder

A great Michigan Tom and it's a triple bearder!


Turkey Triple Bearder

An unusual triple bearded turkey.



It was a busy weekend for the bass pros on both the Elite Series Trail and the FLW pros. A rookie Stetson Blaylock won the FLW Lake Norman Tournament , while the old wily veteran, Michigan's own Kevin Van Dam won the B.A.S.S. Blue Ridge Brawl on Smith Mountain Lake . For Van Dam it was his 15th career victory which is a phenomenal accomplishment. Here's a couple of pictures of him from down on Lake Wheeler.

KVD

KVD's preparation is meticulous!


KVD

The Kalamazoo Kid with his 15th career victory!



If you're interested in looking at the final B.A.S.S. standings use this Smith Mountain Lake Final Standings link. Notice that my first day pro, from my Marshaling stint down on Lake Wheeler, rookie Matt Herren came in second behind KVD. Congratulations Matt!

The FLW Tour Lake Norman Results are also available and I was glad to see that Kenneth "Boo" Woods, my boating partner from the BFL Regional on Cherokee Lake, cashed a $10,000 check. Here's a picture of Boo from that event.

Boo Woods

Kenneth "Boo" Woods



For you smallmouth nuts like me, who are going to be out on the water in the next few days, a jerkbait is probably going to be on your deck. Make sure you check out the new smelt jerkbait from Kopper's Live Target . While you're at their site make sure you take a gander at the new Crawfish Trap that they have out this year as well. While you're making an order you had bette include one of their Smallmouth Bass crankbaits as well. I can't wait to give them a try. They really look good. Better in person than from the picture on the website. Amazing detail and finish.

Well, it's late and I have to proof read this yet, then upload the text and pictures, which takes longer than what one thinks. So, this is it for this blog entry.

The parting shot for today comes from Galileo Galilei. He once said, "In questions of science, the authority of a thousand is not worth the humble reasoning of a single individual." I think that is a quote that could easily be applied to fishing. You can get loads of expertise and advice from others, but your resolve on the water can be the difference maker. Have a good night and make sure tomorrow at work you take some time out of your day to do something that puts a smile on your face.

April 22, 2009

It's been a hectic time of late. My oldest son has had some medical issues, and I spent all weekend with him including two trips to the emergency room. It was three days of no sleep. Things are now just settling down a bit. He had some outpatient surgery today so my wife went with him, while I did the school teaching thing. I hope things are going to go better for him. Things are looking better and I hope we're on the upswing.

While I was busy, the domain name expired for the website, so you might have seen the error page that comes up when that happens. I paid the fee, and I then had to wait until everything was cycled back on.

Getting back to the blog action though, I hope those of you that are a part of the Fantasy Fishing Team have updated your roster for the Lake Norman FLW Tour event. You have until midnight tonight. If you need some last minute help this Bass Fan link should help you make some choices or do some last minute editing.

Remember that you can watch the weigh in online at FLW Live . If you are having trouble watching it, you may need to have an "account." I believe that happens if you sign up for Fantasy Fishing. Use the link on the FLW Outdoors main page and sign up. Once you do, you will see some pull down menus. One of them will say "Join a League." Once you select it, you will then need to type in 10569 and the password is Michigan.

Next you have to go to a pull down menu and select "Create/Edit Team." When you select that link, you will see at the top of your screen your ten member team. Names will probably have already been automatically placed for you. Scroll down the page and you will see the list of anglers who have registered for the event. Once you delete an angler from your team you can then click on the green + sign in front of the roster anglers. Don't click on the anglers name or it will take you away, and you will have to reenter through the pull down "Create/Edit Team" link again.

Once you pick your ten person team, make sure you then move them up or down the one through ten list. You get big bonus points if you place someone in a position and they finish in that position on any of the four days. If you pick the number one angler, and have them placed first, you have a good shot at some real money.

A while back I relayed some great fishing news about one of my old, and I mean old friends, Nick Vawter. He is working down in Texas. Actually, he does a lot of work in Mexico for US companies. Any way, he got the opportunity to fish Falcon Lake and ... well I'll let him tell the story. Here's a copy of the email he sent me about his adventure.

"I did heed your advice this past weekend...."Do something that puts a smile on your face." If I didn't mention it before, I was invited to join a local bass fishing club last Wednesday. I was told to go to a local Ford dealership after hours, and enter the parts/service area and go to the second room on the left. They had a very formal meeting with minutes, motions and I had to be voted in. Just a formality that probably made collecting my $60 membership more meaningful. The group was very welcoming, and they have about 30 boats in membership. You fish with your partner, but weigh in your fish separately. There is a meeting which is held every Wednesday before the Saturday tournaments.

The tournament agenda was to fish Saturday from "safe light" with a 4:00 p.m. weigh in. Sunday, the take off would be at first safe light again, but the weigh in would be earlier at 2:00 pm. It was discussed that Falcon Lake Tackle would be hosting a separate tournament with a 3:00 pm weigh in that we could also enter on Sunday. If we signed up for the second tournament, the club tournament organizers would let us weigh first so that we could make the 25 mile trek via boat to the second weigh in.

It was a lot to think about and I was what you would call a tad bit excited about fishing the fabled Falcon Lake. I have seen the Bassmaster and FLW events on TV and oggled the huge sacks they weighed in.

My partner Carl and I headed down to Zapata, TX Friday evening. He has his travel trailer parked at a park right on Falcon Lake. Carl has fished Falcon for the past few years and has landed several eights, nines, and tens and has a replica mount of an eleven pounder on his wall! So, I knew I was fishing with a "local." And, that's a good feeling!

We didn't make it to the trailer until after dark, so I didn't get a good look at the lake until the next morning. As I mentioned earlier, you are permitted to head out at "safe light." There are no livewell checks, no prearranged take off spot, etc. It was explained to me that this is common for this lake due to its size, and let me tell you there is a lot of water.

It is very difficult to estimate the acreage on a body of water like this. The lake level fluctuates weekly. The lake water is drained for irrigation for surrounding farmlands. Right now, the lake level is still high. I was told that it is five to six feet higher than just two weeks ago. When it is this high, there are literally thousands of acres that are just unfishable due to the number of trees and the thick thorny brush. South Texas brush is thick! Not only is some of the brush super thick it is also tough stuff. When you get hung on a branch, the branch just doesn't break!

We were up and at 'em by 6:00 am. Rising that early wouldn't have been so bad had I not perused the Falcon Lake Tackle website archive of big bass pictures late into the evening the night before. I might have slept for forty-five minutes total. I was a tad over excited about fishing on such a famous big bass pond.

Getting ready to fish Falcon, I was told to spool up with no less than twenty pound line. Having never fished with line so heavy, I opted to spool one spinning reel with twenty pound Vanish Fluorocarbon, and one with thirty pound Ultra Cast Spider Wire.

Saturday, we launched the boat and motored over to a spot that my partner, Carl had prefished two weeks ago and had caught some fish. He was fishing with a pro on the spot and the guy lost what he said looked to be a twelve pounder! Carl said the guy was so upset after losing the fish that he slumped back in his seat and could hardly fish the rest of the day.

We fished old road beds with fence lines, tress and brush. I started with one of my favorites, a senko. That lasted about five casts because I got frustrated being only to toss it a few yards. Light lure, heavy line, equals didly squat in terms of casting distance. I switched to a Booyah pig and jig with a Rage crawfish trailer. After five casts, I hooked up with a nice fish. My partner, and once again we are fishing together but weighing in separately, for whatever reason got engrossed in watching me fight the fish and didn't immediately get the net. Long story short the fish got off. I didn't say much, how could I. Carl apologized saying he had no excuse for not getting the net sooner. He just messed up. It was only his second tournament ever, and he just got caught up in the moment. He promised to do better on the next fish. I told him that it was not a big deal, but up north where I fish, when someone hollers, "Fish!" you drop everything and get the net.

Fortunately it only took about another ten minutes for me to hook up and give Carl some net practice. We boated my first Falcon Lake keeper, a two and a half pound largemouth.

Man, do these Falcon Lake bass fight! Even the two pounder fought like he had the shoulders of a fish that was much larger.

Twenty minutes later, I put another fish of similar size in the livewell. My partner shot me a look that I took as, "This guy has fished before." I ended up catching four fish and Carl caught one.

Even though we tried a few different areas, we caught all of our fish in our starting spot. We took what we had to the weigh in at 4:00 pm, and to our surprise, we found that many of the anglers had struggled. There was one competitor that had twenty pounds and another that had seventeen, but most came in with one or two fish. Big bass of the day was a five and a half pounder. I weighed nine and a half pounds, good enough for fourth place.

I should have mentioned earlier that it was a five fish per person tournament. As the weather gets hot and it surely does here in Texas, they make it a three fish per person limit.

With day one in the books we returned to the trailer and showered. It felt good to get cleaned up after baking for a day in the 100 degree Tex-Mex sun. For some reason, southern Texas seems to have UV ratings off the chart. Your skin takes a beating, so you had better use the sunscreen in the 70 SPF class, and use it liberally.

We spent some time discussing our day and deciding if we wanted to enter the second Sunday tournament as well. It would be a two for one Sunday special. The Falcon Lake Tackle Sunday event though was a three fish event, and it would include a lot of area locals.

As I contemplated the day in my head, I really had anticipated so much more. After all, it's a fabled big bass lake and five and a half pounds was big fish? It was what it was though, and we were here, so we decided to throw our hat in the proverbial ring and enter Sunday's Falcon Lake Tackle event. We would be up against the big boys, but we were up for the challenge.

We left the air-conditioned trailer and headed to Falcon Lake Tackle to register before the 7:00 pm deadline. We got there with only ten minutes to spare, and paid our $125 entry fee. They gave us a Falcon Lake towel, so I figure I had my souvenir if nothing else. To our surprise signing up for the tournament came with a buffet of beef brisket, beans, cole slaw, and of course jalapenos. After the buffet, there was something better than dessert - a raffle! Carl won a tackle bag, and I won a $25 gift card for the tackle shop.

We left full of brisket and hit the sack by 8:30. With one day of Falcon fishing under my belt, I slept a bit more soundly this second night.

Day two dawned with a thick fog shrouding the lake. We were warned that the days weather could bring in a "northerner" which could turn the lake a bit mean. We tucked the info away, and we then decided to go back to our starting spot from yesterday. It was really the only spot where we had caught fish, and we were confident that it had greater potential.

It took a while to feel our way to our spot because the fog left us with only about 50 yards of visibility. We dropped the trolling motor, and I tossed out my pig'n jig and began giving it a soak. It wasn't long before I felt that sudden tap transcend through the line and into the graphite rod and down its length to my hand. It's a feel an angler spends the day waiting for. At what I thought was the right moment, visualizing the fish taking the bait, I reared back and set the hook hard. In an instant, I felt the effects, and I knew that what was on the other end was not a two and a half pounder.

I fought the fish to the surface, and when I first saw her I let out a shriek that was laughter minced with high anxiety. I had the fish of a lifetime on, and I wanted to touch it. I wanted it in the boat!

As I fought the fish, my knees began to shake and I was afraid I was going to lose it and crumple under the tension. Big mama didn't stay long on the surface, and she quickly headed back down with unbelievable power. The rod I had the fish on was the one I had spooled with the twenty pound Vanish. I had my drag set tight enough to break ten pound mono yet this fish took out drag easily. My medium action rod was bent double.

Carl remembered his net duties, but in his own excitement over extended the net handle, and it came apart. It turned out though, he had plenty of time to put it back together. This fish wasn't giving up easily.

I really can't say how long I fought the fish. It seemed like an eternity, but was realistically four to five minutes. However, despite her efforts to elude capture, we put her in the boat. I was shaking so bad I had to sit down. Then I had to hold her. What a fish!

Carl snapped a couple pictures for me. We then gingerly placed her in the livewell. I couldn't fish for about fifteen minutes. I had to call some of my best fishing buddies, my sons Brent, Brad, and Bryan. There was a lot of yahooing during those calls!

It was all down hill from there. After forty years of bass fishing, I had caught the biggest bass of my wildest dreams! My partner was really excited for me, and we did a lot of back slapping.

We had started early, and it was now about eight o'clock and with the excitement dying down we noticed that the wind had stiffened. Carl and I could see waves building on the main lake. At that point, we decided that we would make this spot our last and only stand.

We fished six more hours, and I caught a measly four pounder. Measly by eleven pounder standards. Carl boated three fish on a lizard with his biggest being about three pounds.

We had two weighins to get to, so we left a bit early to get back to our club weighin at 2:00 pm. Once done there, we had about a 25 mile boat trip to get to the Falcon Lake Tackle tournament weighin at 3:00 pm.

My big fish weighed in at 11.35 pounds! My three fished weighed 15.5 pounds. I made a nice come back. The leaders in our two day tournament didn't do so well the second day, but I couldn't wait for the final tally, because we needed to make it to the other weighin on time.

We jumped back in the boat, but didn't go very far with the waves were solid three and four footers. It would take us too long by boat. We turned around and decided to trailer the rig. We put the pedal to the metal and made it with only six minutes to spare. Once they saw my big fished, I was moved up the weigh in line quickly. We were one of the last of the anglers to weigh in. There were fifty-one entered.

They asked for my big fish first. Once I lifted her from the black weigh in bag, they announced that the big bass of the tournament was about to be weighed. I felt a bit like a rock star. There were cameras going off, applause, and people were shouting. The Falcon Lake Tackle scales weighed the fish in at 11.21 pounds. Then we weighed our other fish and our total was 18.25 pounds. Our total weight put us in in fourth place and won us $500. My big bass won an additional $500.

Little did they realize that they could have kept the money and I wouldn't have minded a bit. I had my fifteen minutes of fame and having caught one of the true Falcon Lake monsters I was ecstatic!

The big fish was released no worse for wear. I do plan on getting a replica made. The fish measured just an eight inch shy of 27 inches. The pictures we have really don't give you a true feeling for the size of the fish. An eleven pounder! Wow! I still can't hardly believe it.

I know I have rambled on for quite a while, but the fish deserved every word of the story. I'm going to be on pins and needles until I get the replica back. What a story I'll have to tell with that monster on the wall. I'm sure looking forward to my next Texas fishing weekend which is coming up on May second and third. Keep a tight line, Nick.

Great story right?! An eleven plus pounder! What a fish, and here are the pictures. Nick says they don't do the big mama justice, but I think she looks awesome!

Vawter's Monster

Wow! What a fish!


Vawter's Monster

I would say he looks happy! How 'bout you?


Vawter's Monster

Next to an eleven pounder a four pounder looks small.



Thanks Nick for sharing your story and sending your pics. Let us know of your future exploits.

That's going to have to be it for tonight. Five forty-five comes early in the morning, and believe me when I say I need my beauty rest. Take care and make sure you take time during your work day tomorrow to do something that puts a smile on your face.

April 15, 2009

I got up this morning and started cruising the net and looked into buying a new cell phone from either Craigslist or Ebay. I found one on Craigslist and went and picked it up. I had it activated through Alltel, and I'm back in business in terms of a cell phone. I did learn one thing at the Alltel Store that I hadn't known before. They told me that the used phone I purchased had gotten wet . When you take the back of the phone off, exposing the battery, there is a little dot. If it's white your phone hasn't gotten wet. If it's red, it's been exposed to too much moisture. I got the used Motorola Razor with a car charger and a wall charger for $40. We'll see how long it lasts.

I wasn't able to transfer all my contacts from my old phone to the new one, so I hope those of you that know me will give me a call so I can add your numbers back in to my contact list.

Once I got my phone transferred I made a call to Don and Ron who are fishing the B.A.S.S. Northern Open on the Chesapeake Bay. Ronnie was very excited about his draw as a coangler. The pro he drew for his ride tomorrow is none other than Mike Iaconelli! He was geeked! I would be too. I have always been an Ike fan. After watching Ike's performance down on Lake Wheeler, I would have to say he looks to be on one of his hot streaks.

Mike Iaconelli

Mr. East Coast Himself, Mike Iaconelli



Ike

Relaxed and ready to do his thing!



Ike309

Ike can really be the show stopper!


If you've been following what Mr. Iaconelli has been doing in the Opens, you know that he's on a red hot streak. Here's an article from Bass Zone that talks about Iaconellion an Incredible Roll of Top 10's .

You can watch the weighin tomorrow for the Northern Open at, 2:20 pm ET. Here is the Bassmaster Opens Live Video link.

If you're interested on a preview article for the event here's a piece that Ken Cook did. Ken won the 1991 Classic on Chesapeake Bay. That was a summer tournament, however, and Cook agrees that the fish won't be on his Classic spot. He sees them being in their winter pattern in deeper holes out of the current. Who's Cook's pretournament favorite? Well, it's none other than the pro that my buddy Ronnie Hicks drew, Mike Iaconelli. Here's the "Pro's Approach: Ken Cook on the Chesapeake Bay" article.

I hope the Michigan contingent which includes, Kendall Ulsh, Mike Elkins, Ronnie Hicks, Don Fowler, and a minor player JVD, Jonathan Van Dam, KVD's nephew, does well. I'd love to see a Michigan winner!

One of the articles that I found while cruising today was one done on Bass Fan. They have a two part piece up that discusses the Marshal program. The Elite Series pros have lobbied for an observer program for years, and this year they got their wish. The Opens, like the Northern Open that I talked about above, still has the back seat occupied by a coangler. As I have said before, I thoroughly enjoyed my three days as a Marshal. I've met several people that said they would never pay just to ride in the back of the boat, but I guess it's a case of to each his own.

I had a specific interest in learning about Lake Wheeler and coupling that with the opportunity to learn some things from top level pros was a no brainer for me. Once registered, we got a $25 Bass Pro Shop card, so my total outlay of "entry fees" was only $75. That's $25 a day for three days. Couldn't come any where near that if I wanted to hire a guide for the day. Hiring a guide also doesn't guarantee you'll see his best spots. In a $100,000 tournament I would bet I saw my three pros best areas. Here is part one of "B.A.S.S. Elite Anglers Happy With Observer System"

I have several pieces that I need to get up on the blog yet. One is a story from an old friend, Nick Vawter, who participated in a buddy tournament down on Lake Falcon in Texas. Nick caught an eleven pounder! Yes, I said an eleven pounder! He sent me pictures and included a story that I'm sure you will enjoy reading. I will be putting that up tomorrow.

I also have some pictures and some information about some brown trout fishing out of Manistee, from another good friend Steve Block. In his quest for brownies Steve also caught a big walleye full of eggs that went over eleven pounds. Steve released the walleye and ate the browns. I'll have both of those stories up tomorrow.

That's going to be it for today. The parting shot for today will be a tribute to Mr. Iaconelli. He's known for his "Never Give Up" credo. One of the baseball pioneer greats, the ageless Satchel Paige, once had a similar line. He said, "Never let your head hang down. Never give up and sit down and grieve. Find another way!" Champions usually do just that. Take care, and make sure you take some time out of your work day tomorrow that puts a smile on your face.

April 12, 2009

I'm getting a late start this morning on the blog because I have been hunting around the house for Easter eggs. Unfortunately, that silly rabbit missed my house. All I found was a couple of energizer batteries!

I didn't drive back down to D & R Sports Saturday. I opted to get the oak leaves off the yard. If someone would have only called me and said they were going down to the show, I would have had to put off the yard work. Definitely good news, bad news there. Good news is the yard is done! Bad news is I would have liked to have gone down another day to make the rounds at D&R. I wanted to hear Luke Gritter and Dan "The Man" Kimmel speak.

I've talked about Luke before, and I think I already mentioned he's the youngest angler, at age 21, to be fishing the Elites. Mr. Kimmel is the webmaster for greatlakesbass.com . Dan was the driving force behind the passage of the early catch and release season for bass here in Michigan. He spent a lot of time, and his own money to lobby the DNR on our behalf's. When it comes to bass knowledge, I don't know of any other person that possesses more. Check out his site, and make sure if he's on a seminar schedule that you check out what he has to say.

I had said, in an earlier blog, that I would go back through each of my days with the pro I drew once the tournament was over. I finished my day with Matt Herren a couple of days ago, and today I am going to write up my day with the flipping legend Tommy Biffle .

Me and Tommy Biffle

The B.A.S.S. Dixie Duel Champion and Me



After I loaded up Matt Herren on day one, we had to wait out what Gerald "G Man" Swindle called a "Green Lightning" storm that deluged the ramp area with driving rains. Once they subsided I left Matt to fix his trolling motor strap, and I took my gear over to the weigh in area. Behind the main stage was a list posted that detailed who you would be riding with the next day. Before I got there, I found a beaming Rick Skinner who couldn't wait to tell me that he had drawn the "Kalamazoo Kid" Kevin Van Dam. I asked him if he had seen who I had drawn, and to my surprise I had drawn the flipping legend, Tommy Biffle. We were both pleased as tics in a blood bank!

I had to get Tommy's cell phone number, which was on the pairings list, so I could call and talk to him about where to meet the next morning. Rick also asked me to check the list again and be sure that he really did draw KVD. He was having trouble believing his own eyes.

It was fairly late by the time we left the tournament area on Day One, so Rick and I decided to stop and eat at Logans in Athens. While we were eating Rick's cell phone rang, and when he looked at the name of the caller, he said it was KVD calling. That call heightened his level of excitement to where I was pulling him down from the ceiling by his ankles for the rest of the night. I had left my cell in the truck and wished I had brought it in to dinner for fear of missing Tommy's call. When I got back to the truck, sure enough, Tommy had called and left a message for me to call him, which I immediately did. Both Rick and I made our arrangements as to when and where we would meet up with our pros for the next day.

Friday morning we met our pros and backed their boats in for them and then met them at the dock. We had plenty of time each morning to get situated and for me to walk up and down the dock taking pictures. The weather, that morning, was not looking good and it wasn't long before Trip Weldon said that the take off would be delayed. Tommy and many of the pros were not happy with that decision. They wanted to fish!

The morning lingered on with several other announcements pushing back the start time. Several times Trip had one of the pros run him out to the river to see what it was like. At about 11:00 am, he finally canceled Day 2. At first, Rick and I thought we had lost our chance to ride with a couple of B.A.S.S. legends. However, we were quickly relieved by an announcement that Day 2 pros and Marshals would be the same for Day 3.

We pulled our pros out of the water and Rick and I headed for Cracker Barrel for some blueberry pancakes. While we were eating Skeet Reese walked in and sat two tables away from us with a couple of his buddies. I told Rick that I was going to get up and go tell Skeet that my buddy was riding with KVD and that KVD said he was going to kick his butt tomorrow. At first I was kidding, but the more I thought about it, I figured it might be a humorous intro that would break the ice so I could shake hands with Skeet. Unfortunately, Dandy Don Fowler called and while I was talking with him, Skeet and company finished and left the restaurant.

Saturday morning dawned bluebird blue, and we knew today would be a fishing day. The morning routine was repeated, and as it got closer to the 7:15 start time, the excitement really began to build. We lined up and headed through the last official check in.

Heading Out with Tommy

Passing through the last official checkpoint




Heading Out with Tommy

It Was Almost Hi Ho Silver Time


The boats have to idle out of the marina area, but as they reach the river it is rock and roll time. You button up, tighten your sunglass' strap, and hang on.

I had asked Tommy how he felt he would do today and he said with the water up, he was gonna whack em!

Tommy's starting spot was upriver about seven miles. He mashed the hot foot, and we were quickly on plane and heading east.

Heading Out with Tommy

It's high anxiety as you head to that first starting spot!



The river was almost glass as we ran wide open. Tommy had his spot and trail marked on his electronics and knew exactly where he was and where he was going. Good thing, because about a mile up river, we went under the AL 72 bridge, and were greeted by a thick fog bank. It got a little dicey as we ran in the fog, but we made it without incident to what was to be Tommy's honey hole.

Tom's Honey Hole

Entering the Mr. Biffle's Honey Hole




Heading Out with Tommy

Can you say Brown Recluse or maybe Cottonmouth ?


When you go south you are going to run into a lot more critters to be sure. The cottonmouths are very aggressive snakes and the bite of the brown recluse can cause you big problems. My brother-in-law got bit by a brown recluse and spent three days in intensive care. They think he might have been bitten more than once. The wound took months to heal! However, what's a few deadly creatures when you're in a big bass zone!

Tommy had fished this first spot the day before. He told me he fished what bushes he could find, but caught most of his fish swimming a jig through the willow grass. Day Two, on the other hand, found the water up almost two feet from the previous night's rain. That made his area what you would call "target rich." For a flipper like Tommy, it was nirvana!

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Honey Hole

Plying the shallows for a winning sack of bass.



Honey Hole

A sold three pounder came out of this spot


Tommy, like many of the pros, had two Power-Poles mounted on the back of his Ranger. These are a shallow water anchoring system that really helps you be able to stay in one spot when you are pitching to an area of bushes, or to not drift away from a spot where you've just caught a fish. They would really be helpful when sight fishing bedding bass.

Honey Hole

Tom culling fish while his power poles holds his position.


Tommy spent most of the day in his little backwater area. The morning went very slow for him, and eventually he went out into the main river where he caught his first quality bass. He had picked up only a few small fish earlier in his honey hole.

After spending a couple hours out in the river fishing near Dean "Frogman" Rojas, we headed back into to the slough and fished a cove that Tommy had saved until the water warmed up.

Needless to say, Tommy commenced to whacking them!

Honey Hole

Flipping one of his big momas in the boat!


Tommy used Quantum reels on seven and a half foot Quantum flipping sticks. He had at least a 4/0 wide gap hook and it looked like a rebarb style hook. He flipped a big black with red flake sweet beaver most of the day. I asked him what he was using for line, and he said he always flips with twenty-five pound fluorocarbon. Here are some of the other fish Tommy caught that afternoon.



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Honey Hole

A bass in the hand is worth two in the bushes.

Tommy culled all of his early morning fish except the one he caught out on the river. Culling fish is a time consuming activity, but it's one you really don't mind doing. Here is a picture of Tommy with his balance beam trying to decide which bass goes back in and which one gets a ride to the stage.

Honey Hole

Culling fish takes time, but it's something you hope for during your day!


Tommy worked hard on upgrading his limit all afternoon. As time was winding down, with only literally a few minutes till we had to fly, Tommy made what he told me was his last pitch. Almost like he was calling his shot, he set the hook on his biggest bass of the day. A last minute louie fish! He was one happy camper!

Honey Hole

What we all hope for, a last minute Louie kicker!


We buckled up right after that fish and headed out of his super slough and headed for the weigh in.

Honey Hole

Power poles up and heading back to the weigh in.


It was a short run back to the ramp and Tommy motored quite confidently back into the tie up area. Tommy holds things pretty tight to the chest. He rarely cracked a smile and is known for being a very serious competitor. I felt though, that he had what he felt he needed to be a major player for the last day.

Dock Crowd

The crowd at the dock, "Hey there's Paula, Charlie, and Destiny.


When the various flights come in each day, tournament officials meet you and drop off a weigh in bag. You fill it up part way with water and then dig your fish out of the livewell. The bags zip shut and the pro then carries his sack behind the weigh in stage. Once there, the fish are placed in a tub where an official makes sure they all are the legal length. Then, the fish are rebagged in a semipermeable bag and place in treated aerated tanks. The fish are very well cared for and anglers are penalized if any of their catch dies. Immediately after their weigh in on stage a volunteer takes the bag, and the fish are put in aerated tanks on the release boat. The large pontoon release boat takes all the fish out away from the weigh in area and releases them.

Release Boat

B.A.S.S. has two release boats at their events.


After the Day Two weigh in was over, Mr. Tommy Biffle found himself in the lead by almost three pounds. On Day three, the final day, he returned to his "Honey Hole" and caught him another good sack of fish. When I approached him as they were trailering the top 12 pros to the stage, he told me that he had caught them good again. At that point, I knew he was going to win, and I got very excited for him. He's a great guy and a super angler.

Trailered Weigh In

Tommy being trailered Day 3 to his victory stage!


On Stage

Biffle celebrates his Dixie Duel $100,000 win!


That's about all I have to say about the second day of the Bassmaster Elite Series Dixie Duel. I believe I have said it before, but when asked what I liked best about being a Marshal in the event, my answer was, "All of it!" I wanted to learn about Wheeler Lake so when I drag my boat down to my brother and sister-in-laws I'll have a more thorough knowledge of where the bass are hiding. Spending $25 a day riding with three pros is as much a bargain as it is a thrill. I would spend more than that for a days worth of gas if I were fishing there. As far as riding in the back of the boat and not fishing, well, it was relaxing, and it gave me time to really watch a pro at work. I learned quite a bit. The days went by quickly, and you can be sure I'm already thinking about what next event I'll try and Marshal at.

Here is an article from the Bassmaster site called, Bassmaster Elite Series Winning Gear . It's their version of how Tommy Biffle won the event.

The parting shot today is taken from something Dick Vermeil once said which was, "If you don't invest very much, then defeat doesn't hurt very much, and winning is not very exciting." I would say in Tommy Biffle's case winning is very exciting. That wry smile of his was definitely there when he raised that trophy!

Take care, and make sure you take time out of your day to do something that puts a smile on your face.

April 10, 2009

Before I forget today, the first thing I want to say is that down in Decatur my cell phone got wet. It has been trying to fire back up, but it looks as if it's toast. I have been reluctant to just junk it because all my contacts are on it, and unlike my computer folders, it wasn't backed up. So, if you have called me, and I haven't gotten back to you, that's the reason.

I got up today and intended on doing some yard work, but my buddy John called and said after running an errand he was heading to D & R Sports in Kalamazoo. I scrapped the lawn project and made ready to run down to watch some seminars and talk with some buddies who I figured would be there.

I got down there about 12:30 pm and saw that I had missed Luke Gritter's seminar, but I found him in the store and talked to him for some time. One of Luke's sponsors is Garneau Baits . I know a couple of the guys from the company and had the opportunity to meet Tom Cook from Garneau at the show today. I have been experimenting with some of Garneau's baits (Garneau has reformed from the old Happy Time Lures) for several years. They make a paddle tail that I particularly like, and they have some new baits that I'm anxious to try. For those of you that fish the BBT Series and Shoreline, you will be seeing Garneau's Bernie Pepin at your launch site handing out samples of their baits. Be on the look out for their wrapped truck and boat.

I left Luke and Tom and headed to the seminar room to listen to the legendary Jimmy Houston.

Me and Jimmy Houston

That's me with my new bowling buddy Jimmy Houston



Jimmy Houston

Jimmy working the crowd after the seminar.


It has been a while since I have been to a Jimmy Houston seminar, but I was quickly reminded of his quit wit and penchant for humorous stories. He's one of those guys that you could sit around for hours with and be enthralled by his yarns.

Jimmy, like Ray Scott, started out as an insurance salesman. One thing I have noticed about the more successful bass anglers is that they can tell a story and sell you the laces off your shoes.

Jimmy mentioned that he fished in one of the first events that Ray Scott had when he was first starting what would become B.A.S.S. I asked Houston if he had a Ray Scott story, and he was quickly in to a recollection of when he prefished that first tournament with Ray. It was a real treat to hear all of Jimmy's tips and to hear him talk about the many years he's fished the pro tournament trail.

Not only was Jimmy an excellent and entertaining speaker, but he also gave the crowd a number of tips on flipping, pitching and how to throw the underhand cast. If Jimmy is on a seminar list in a town near you, make sure you mark your calendar and go out and see him.

After Jimmy's seminar, I walked back into the store and found Mark Zona talking with several patrons.

Zona at DNR Sports

"World's Greatest Fisherman" host Mark Zona


Zona is one of my favorites. I love his zest and "love of the game." He can keep you in stitches much like Jimmy. And, like Jimmy he was on the seminar schedule.

I made sure I had my folding chair seat well warmed by the time Zona came in to do his thing. He began talking and answering questions locals had about the areas lakes. Zona, like his buddy KVD, lives in the Kalamazoo area and has been a tournament fisherman himself for many years. Consequently he's an expert on the many lakes in the southwest Michigan area.

After about ten minutes of his seminar had past by, in strolls the G Man, Gerald Swindle . It all started happening real fast at that point. The team of Zona and Swindle had the crowd in stitches, I mean belly laughing, for over an hour! They could take their routine on the road. Talk about some improv comedy, these guys are as witty and funny as they come. I mean it, they could sell tickets, and make a good living, just making people laugh. It was definitely an experience that I am very glad to have had. The bit the two of them do on "Pro Talk" is hilarious. I have seen both of these guys separately and they are very good, but together they are show stoppers!

Besides making me almost cry for an hour, Zona and the G-Man also gave the audience many good fishing tips. One of them that stuck out was a new knot that Gerald takes credit for inventing. He said we should call it the G Knot. Zona gave him props for it and says that is the only knot he ties now especially when he is using fluorocarbon. It is hard to explain how its tied without being able to see it, but I am going to work on putting up a short video on how to tie the knot.

The knot caught my eye, because it was one that I saw Tommy Biffle tie when I rode with him on Wheeler. According to Gerald, this knot, on a machine test, beat the palomar knot. My IT son is going to be reworking my website and said he will hook me up so I can show some video which I can then use to show some of these "How To" things.

Swindle, Me, Zona

The Comedy Team of Mark Zona and Gerald Swindle


Do I look like I was having a viciously good time. It was one of the best shows I have been to including the many comedy shops that I've attended.

Speaking of Vicious , one of Gerald's sponsors is Vicious. He has been using all Vicious fluorocarbon for several years. Do yourself a favor this year and try some Vicious line. They make mono as well as the fluorocarbon. They made line for Stren for years before they started their own brand. Fluoro is stiff, no matter who makes it , so make sure you give it a squirt of line conditioner on your baitcaster. When you use your spinning rod make sure you use a reel that has a large diameter spool and don't over fill it. I've found that on my spinning gear I can go down to six pound with Vicious rather than my normal eight pound test.

While I was cruising the store between seminars I stopped and talked to the other Van Dam, KVD's older brother Randy. He was standing in front of some Fin-tech Title Shot jigs. I have been using Title shot jigs for a couple of years now. They are a very unique design and have the jig eye molded into the head. They have a keeper that is also a different and very effective part of the jig. Check them out on the website and look for them at D & R.

Randy Van Dam

Randy Van Dam in front of the Title Shot jigs.


I didn't catch the guys name that Randy was with, but I did talk with him while chatting with Randy, and I found out the guy had just lost 125 lbs. Holly cow! That's some weight loss there boy.

One other stop that I made was to cruise the Poor Boy baits. They are a bait that I often have threaded on to one of my Title Shot jigs.

Poor Boy Baits

Poor Boy Baits


All day long, during my stay at D&R, I ran across people I knew. Half of the other comedy fishing team duo that is Mike Elkins and Kendall Ulsh was there. Kendall was there repping for Okuma, Vicious, and Live Target Crankbaits . Kendall and Mike are leaving this weekend to fish the B.A.S.S. Northern Open on Chesapeake Bay. Kendall guides on St. Clair and Erie, so if you're interested in a guided trip for some great smallmouth fishing contact him through his website.

The D & R Spring Fishing and Boat show continues tomorrow. I wanted to go today because I have been told that the Wheeler Lake, B.A.S.S. Dixie Duel is going to be aired tomorrow morning at 9:00 am on ESPN2. I plan to be watching. I hope somebody I know records it, so I have an archive copy.

If you haven't read about the tournament that was held last week, here is an article from Bass Zone . Even if you have been following my blog, and reading the articles from the event, this story from Bass Zone is a very good comprehensive review.

Well, I had better get to bed tonight so I can get up and watch the big show tomorrow. The parting shot today is a quote that I found that didn't have a name to go with it. It's a pretty good piece of fishing adage though. Here it is, "The charm of fishing is that it is the pursuit of that which is elusive but attainable, a perpetual series of occasions for hope." Take care and make sure you take time out of your Saturday to do something that puts a smile on your face.

April 9, 2009

If you have been reading the blog for a while, you know I break it each month and archive the old month above. I have done that, but if you are looking for the six days of the blog that I wrote down in Alabama, click on the archived link above. I will be adding the next few days of this month's blog to the trip blog when they're completed.

I don't know if I can say I have fully recovered from our road trip to Alabama. I know that my left hand hasn't healed yet from gripping the handle on the passenger side of the boats I rode in. There was a seam in two of the handles of the boats I sat in that was sharp, and when you were bouncing through the waves at 50, 60, 70 mph, it rubbed my hand raw.

While I was riding in the boats on those long rides to and from the dam (Here's a map of Lake Wheeler ) I thought about what would be the best way to describe the ride. I don't know if this is the best description, but it's pretty close. Imagine sitting on top of a pick up with one handle to hold on to. Then imagine going sixty to seventy mph down the bumpiest road you can find. That would be a bit like riding in a bass boat running with the pedal to the fiberglass. It's one wild ride!

At the dinner the night of registration, Boyd Duckett related an experience with a Marshal he had on Falcon. He said the guy started screaming shortly after getting up on plane. Duckett stopped the boat to see what the matter was. The guy was freaking out yelling he was going to die. Duckett reassure him he wouldn't, and then jumped her back up on the pad. During the B.A.S.S. Falcon event, I heard a rumor that they did bounce one Marshal out of the boat. If you sign up for the ride, you'd better be ready to hang on.

Riding or driving at those aforementioned speeds, with nothing in front of you to block the wind, makes it very difficult to see even with sunglasses. A helmet with a visor is really a smart idea.

Running Wheeler

Running Lake Wheeler Toward the Dam



Herren Running Wheeler

The picture is kind of blurry but I was trying to hold on!



Biffle Running Wheeler

Tommy Biffle running back after sacking a bunch of fish.


Many of the guys wear a full face sports utility mask like the one Save Phase sells. Wearing a mask or helmet also helps cut down the roar that you have in your ears from the wind at those speeds. In a forty minute ride, the continual blast of air past your ears can definitely give you a headache.

Now that the tournament is over, I thought I could talk about the particulars of the days I spent with each of the pros. I'll just do one a day, one pro at a time. I'll keep them in the order that I fished with them and start with Matt Herren .

First, let me say, that to a person the pros that I met, talked to, and rode with were very gracious, friendly, and went out of their way to make our day as Marshals go well. They were very helpful, in the sense that they explained what they were trying to do pattern and technique wise and freely answered any questions I asked of them.

Matt started day one by making a short run down river. He pulled into a slough and started pitching to the brush. He also intermittently tossed a chartreuse and white, colorado blade spinnerbait down logs and at brush sticking up out of the water. He wasn't happy with the conditions because the TVA (Tennessee Valley Authority) was dropping the lake level, and his targets didn't have the water on them like they had had in practice. Fishing patterns on river impoundments like Lake Wheeler, are significantly affected by how much water is being pulled through the dam. Lake level and amount of current will stage the fish differently.

Herren, heading out of his starting spot.

Pulling into Matt Herren's starting spot


Matt didn't stay long at spot number one and decided to make a run back down near the take off area and fish the rip rap along the 72 Bridge. He was hoping to stick a big fish in this area and had caught several in practice along this second stretch.

Herren Second Stop

Matt Herren, fishing the shoreline near the launch area.


Unfortunately, there weren't any fish biting in this second area. Matt once again said that he had hoped to start out in his first two spots and catch a kicker fish. He felt confident in getting a limit up by the dam, but hadn't caught quality fish up there.

Frustrated about not hooking up with a big fish, or any fish for that matter, Matt yanked the trolling motor and said we were going for the long ride to catch a quick limit. We headed for the dam. It's a twenty mile plus ride and the river was fairly smooth that morning so it wasn't a bad run.

We pulled in to a slough on the south side of the river down near the dam. There are many little cuts along the river and some are bigger creeks. It didn't take too long and Matt had connected with fish number one, a smallmouth along a rock wall that had picked up his green pumpkin jig with green paca craw trailer.

Down By the Dam

Flipping the rock ledges down by the dam.



A nice two pound  smallie.

Breaking the ice with a nice fat two lb. smallie.


Once down in the dam area, Matt ran from spot to spot slowly picking up a small limit of fish. Once he had five fish he decided to go look for some bigger fish to cull with. He ran to the Elk River, and we pulled into a cove. He began fishing his strength which is pitchin and flippin. His target were the dock poles on the dozen or so docks in the cove.

The second dock we pulled in on (By the way, in the south they don't call them docks. They call them piers.) Matt pulled out three keeper largemouth that he culled with. We moved to the next dock and he caught his two biggest fish. We continued moving from dock to dock and picked up several more fish.

Herren's Honey Hole Dock

Matt Herren's Honey Hole Dock



Five Pounda

A Solid Five Pounda


Matt switched to a sweet beaver when he began pitching the docks, and although he threw the green pumpkin pig and jig on a few post, he caught all of his fish on the beaver. He fished it on twenty pound fluorocarbon.

Matthew stayed on his docks as long as he could. The weather hour by hour was deteriorating. There was a lot of wind in the trees and it was beginning to spit rain. With about an hour to go, he strapped down the rods, put on his jacket and helmet, and got ready for the rough ride back to the weigh in area.

It was a rough dang ride, but with an experienced boater behind the wheel I felt very safe. The bass boats they build today will handle some pretty scarey water. On the wy back, we were airborne several times. When you launch the boat over a wave, you can tell right away by listening to the prop whine. The waves were building and there were three and four footers rolling down the river. We were about halfway back and Matt's strap ring, holding down his trolling motor broke. We made an abrupt stop, and took in a little water over the bow. Did I mention that if you fish with the big guys, the first thing you do is don your rainsuit, sunshine or not. I wore my Bass Pro Shop 100 mph suit every day all day. Best rainsuit I've ever owned.

Matt jury rigged a strap to hold the trolling motor in place and although it bounced quite a bit, it stay put with only one other readjustment on our way back to the ramp area.

We got back with time to spare, so Matt used every minute he could. We pulled in to a little cut next to the ramp, within eyesight of the stage. He missed a good fish there and caught another keeper, but it didn't help him so he tossed it back.

Matt ended his first day in the top twenty five with twelve pounds twelve ounces. He ended the tournament with 35-9 in 30 place cashing at least a $10,000 check.

I don't have any first day weigh in pictures, because as we were returning to the ramp it began to rain. After the first few drops, it just didn't come down, the clouds opened up, and it poured buckets of rain on us. The wind blew, and I mean to tell you it "fixed to come up a storm." I got Matt's rig and pulled him out of the water. We had to sit for quite a while in the service lot before we dared get out. Matt needed to have a technician replace the strap ring on his trolling motor.

Most of the manufacturers, Mercury, Lowrance, Motorguide, etc. all send service trailers to the B.A.S.S. Elite events to tend to any needs the pros might have. In fact, the first day, Rick's pro Brent "Brody of the Lake" Broderick had his trolling motor fail after running all the way to the dam. Brody called officials back at the launch, and the service guys were waiting for him when he returned. They had a new trolling motor on his boat in twenty minutes.

Brent Broderick

Brody showing the guys what happened to his trolling motor.


Just an F.Y. I., I would like to mention that the Professional Anglers Association, PAA , is having a tournament on Lake Neely Henry near Gadsden, Alabama. Lake Neely Henry is known for its big spotted bass . The first day of the three day tournament starts today. Check out the hot link and see how many of the pros that were at Lake Wheeler are doing.

One more item that I want to make sure that I include in today's blog is a picture of one of the Marshal's, Dave Willis, whom we met down in Decatur. I wanted to include his picture because his son is in Afghanistan. His dad was going to send him the teardropbass.com address so he could read the blog about the Decatur event. The troops serving our country are always in my prayers and not far from my thoughts each day. A number of the kids I taught in school are serving. Two are fishing buddies as well as former students. They are Kenny Keena and Josh Rogalske from here in Jenison, MI.

Dave Willis

Decatur Elite B.A.S.S. Marshal Dave Willis


I would like to end the blog today with this parting shot honoring our service men and women. The quote is from Elmer Davis. He said, "This nation will remain the land of the free only as long as it is the home of the brave." Take care and make sure you take time out of your work day to do something that puts a smile on your face.