


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.


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.

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!



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.



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 .

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.


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.

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.


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!
A Target Rich Environment




A Honey Hole Dandy
























