
The long awaited Tear Drop Classic was held September 17th and 18th on Long and Green Lakes in Interlochen, MI . I flew up from my home in South Texas the Thursday evening before wearing shorts and a tee shirt. Going from 100 degrees to 49 was a shocker. Once on the ground in Michigan, it didn't take long for me to zip the legs on my fishing shorts.
Brent was picking me up at the airport, and we were to head to a local marine repair shop to pick up our boat. As most of you know, we have had an issue all season long. The boat just wouldn't get up on plane. We were very hopeful that it would be fixed. When I landed, however, I received the sour news that they didn't know what was wrong. We had dumped over $2000 this year into repairs trying to find the problem. So, we resigned ourselves to having to go to the Classic lakes and use the big motor for just idling around. Our frustration was palpable!
We ventured half way up to Interlochen that evening, stopping at our cabin in White Cloud to spend the night. It got down to about 30 degrees that night which made sleeping with a little blaze going in the wood stove, just about perfect. The next day after getting around, we took our time enjoying the rest of the trip to Interlochen State Park on Duck Lake. We had hoped to fish Duck just for fun that day, but the wind was pretty stiff, so we opted for setting up the tent in the daylight instead. We usually fish way too late and end up setting it up in the dark.
We camped next to Myers, Kaiser, and the Skinners. We spent most of that evening conversing with our neighbors and readying our equipment for the big day on Long Lake (Scroll Down) . We set our alarms for 5:30 a.m., and attempted to get some shut eye.
Saturday morning seemed to come much earlier that most of my Saturday mornings. The campground was a bit noisy, and I'm a light sleeper. But thanks to adrenaline, a hot shower, and a morning temperature of 37 degrees, we got moving rather quickly. All the anglers gathered to fish the Classic look forward to fishing Long Lake at this time of year. There are lots of big smallmouth just waiting to be caught.
I am sharing with you all of our misfortunate events, so none of you will feel alone when something unfavorable happens to you. Just remind yourselves the Vawter's have these things happen all the time.
We arrived at the launch around 6:20 a.m. The water was still cloaked in darkness except for the area around a flood light at the ramp. I immediately backed the trailer in and dumped the boat and Brent into the water. I parked, and started socializing with some of the guys. After 15 or 20 minutes, I didn't notice Brent anywhere. After launching the boat, he usually beaches it and meets me on shore. I ventured across the road and back down to the waters edge. In the darkness, I could see a figure hunched over the bow of what I figured was our boat. He was working on the electric motor pull rope. Once we launched he was just going to use the trolling motor to pull up to shore, and the rope broke when he tried to lift it up. Our morning was off to our typical dysfunctional normal start. After fixing the broken rope, he found himself stuck in the sand several feet from shore. He decided to try to start the gas motor to pull himself off. When he turned the key to start the big motor, nothing, it was dead as a wedge!
Every man has his breaking point, and with how poorly the boat has run all year, the ton of money invested into useless repairs, an authorized Mercury dealer not being able to fix it, the trolling motor rope breaking, and now the motor not starting... You probably thought I was going to follow with "priceless", but not this time. I found the maximum Brent was going to take. In fact, if Brent would have gotten into the lake at that moment, the 65 degree water would have boiled and sizzled.
At that moment, Dennis Cook called for a pre-tournament meeting. We walked away from the boat. We had our quick get together, and Dennis announced that due to the fog on the water there would be a 30 mph speed limit, and our tournament would run to 4:00 p.m. Didn't bother us, we weren't going anywhere very fast very soon any way.
It was time to get started, and all I could think to do was to take off and fish with the trolling motor all day. We got back into the boat, and Brent tried one more time to start the motor. This time was different though, as he turned the key, the lights and buzzers were acting funny. Brent noticed that when he put some side pressure on the key it would actually crank and try to start.
Danny Warner and Wes Skinner were starting to call off numbers for takeoff. When it came to us we waved everybody on. As we pondered our situation, I instructed Brent to drop the trolling motor and fish while I played with the key switch. We hadn't gone 10 yards when I got the idea to hot wire the motor. I told Brent to go back to the dock and get me a wire stripper from his tool kit in the truck. Once we retrieved the cutters, Brent resumed casting while I cut and spliced wires. Having only seen this method of overriding the key on TV, I had little confidence of it working. But after a few minutes, I had gauge power, and had the motor cranking. Another minute later she was started. Brent literally, in one motion, jumped down from his butt seat up front, slung a life jacket on, and we were off.
By this time it was fully light out, and the fog had lifted a little. Brent was having a "Need for speed," and he pressed the hotfoot down hard. We shot up on plane, and were running 70 mph plus in seconds. Maybe that switch was the problem that has plagued us all season?
We started fishing a large flat with plastics. After a bit, we both made a cast at the same time, landing 10 inches apart. Usually that is not a good thing, and you'd typically just reel your lure right back in. However, before I could even turn the reel handle, my line took off, and I instinctively set the hook. Brent did the same. We had a double on! I horsed mine a little too much, and it came unbuttoned, however, we boated Brent's. We continued with plastics, but couldn't get another bite.
Brent switched over to a spinnerbait, and my work started for the day. I'm our teams honorary weigh master, cull man, livewell operator, etc. Brent went on to catch about 15 keepers, which culled us up to an estimated weight of 19 lbs. The couple of fish that I actually boated weren't big enough to take a ride. As we moved around on the lake, despite having to twist the sparking wires to start the boat, it ran perfect all day.
We arrived back to the launch just prior to 4:00 p.m. to find ramp traffic heavy with other recreational boaters trying to launch. It took in excess of 40 minutes to get us all out of the water and start the weigh-in. We were one of the last boats to get trailered.
The scales were set up in the parking lot across the road from the launch. I was at the water's edge waiting to take pictures. Usually opting to take pictures on the waterfront, keeps me to far away to hear what the weights of each team are. As each team comes down to release their fish, I usually ask them what they weighed. I knew it was going to be close, because Braunecks weighed a big bag, as did Warner and Skinner.








Neither Brent, nor I heard Dennis make the announcement of the places. I was still down at the water, and Brent was wrapping up the boat. We were in a hurry to get to Cadillac, as earlier in the day I had called and bought a key switch over the phone from one of the Tear Drop sponsors (Page 3 of the ad flier found on the main page), J & D Marine in Cadillac . Jerry was going to leave it sitting outside for us to pick up. We dropped the boat back at the campground, plugged in the charger, and took off.
It wasn't until returning to the campground 90 minutes later that we found out we were leading Day 1 with 19.52 lbs. Fred and Jeff Brauneck were right on our heels with 19.43 lbs. In 3rd place, was Dan Warner and Wes Skinner with 18.20 lbs. They had big bass also that was around 5.5 lbs. Harry Swank and Chris Mieras were in fourth with 17.59 lbs, and in fifth were the anglers of the year, Wes Herndon and Brian Macdonell with 17.44 lbs. It was sure to be a slugfest the next day on Green.
That evening we ate dinner with Josh and his family. Brandy, Josh's better half, had invited us to dinner weeks earlier. They served BBQ chicken, hobo potatoes, taco salad, and we had some corn on the cob Bruce Mitchell had sent over from his campsite. Having feasted heavily, I went back to install the key switch.
With that little project done, we made our way down to the end of the row where Dennis, Bruce, and the Brauneck's were having a big campfire. We sat and chatted with the group for a long time, until we finally made our way back to our tent to hit the sack.
The next morning the alarm went off, and you could hear the wind blowing through the trees. Not the sound you like to hear as you get ready to fish. We showered, and headed to the gas station for some drinks and ice. We then drove off to the launch. We knew it was going to be tough to hang onto the lead today. Both Long and Green Lake are waters that can make or break you. The lakes certainly hold fish big enough to allow for a team to make up a disparity in the Day 1 weights very easily.
This morning the temps were a little higher, somewhere around 57 at launch time. The wind, however, was starting to kick up and zooming across the water made it feel just like yesterday when it was 37 degrees.
Our motor started up without incidence and before you knew it we were screaming across the water at 70 m.p.h. We pulled up to a familiar spot we like and started to fish. We boated several largemouth, but all were just short of 14 inches or just barely legal. We finally had out limit in a couple hours, but it was only about six or seven pounds. This was not the Green Lake we knew. We passed Miller and Maddox, and they said they had a limit around eight pounds. We knew we had to step things up a notch. We roamed around through the day and picked up a couple nicer smallies that put us up around 10 lbs., or so we thought. When calling out the weights to Brent so he could tally them, we both forgot that one of our fish was over three lbs. Later we deduced that we had counted the ounces, converted then to pounds, and then only gave credit for a two pounder.
As the tournament time ended, and we made our way back to the launch, a familiar figure was standing on the dock taking pictures. It was none other than your blog host Dan Shine. Dan, and his wife Jude had driven up for the weigh in with the Cementman and his wife Jean. Rick was going to help Dennis trailer his camper back to Ludington. I think the real reason they came was that they heard about the cookies Ruth Brauneck made for the anglers.
When Brent got to the scales we were pleasantly surprised with 11.43 lbs. We knew that there were several of the guys who always fish well on Green, and it was going to be a close race. As I took pictures, I noticed that there were only three other limits brought down. Any of those three teams from Long could take the lead away from us.
After the weigh in was done, Dennis tallied up the numbers. He started a count up from 12th place. Before Dennis starting presenting checks, however, many of the contestants were doing their own math to see where they would place.
Josh had brought a big bag of smallies in, and he and Kasey ended up the winner of the daily side pot they had just for Green. He already peeked at the weights, being the weighmaster he is right at the scales. He they had to make up a little over four pounds. There 15 lb. plus bag was the best on Day 2, but would it be enough to make up the deficit they had from Long.
When everyone had weighed, he let it slip that we had won before Dennis made his announcement. Seconds later it was official, Brent and I had won the weekend event with a two-day total weight of 30.95 lbs. With our boat issues etc. we never expected to win. What we had accomplished really didn't sink in until the ride home. I couldn't have asked for anything more. Two fun days of fishing with my son, excellent weather, an extra $1,000, and the boat was running better than ever. Wait for it, wait for it...priceless!
Coming in second place was Josh Myers and Kasey Kyser with a two-day weight of 30.37 lbs. As I mentioned, Josh and Kasey won the separate $120 pot for Green Lake. They also had big bass for the day which garnered them $120. Adding those two amounts to the $500 the won for taking second, and it made for a pretty fai pay day for the duo.
Edging up from sixth place after day one, to third, was Mike Mesyar and Ricky Skinner Jr. with a combined weight of 29.26 lbs. Fourth place went to Dan Warner Jr. and Wes Skinner weighing in 28.53 lbs. The fifth place slot went to the Cadillac team of Brian Miller and Tony Maddox who brought in 27.22 lbs. for the weekend. All the anglers get a pay day for making the Classic, $300 went to each of the remaining teams.






After the weigh-in, Dennis made a presentation to the team that won the Anglers of the Year plaque. This year, it was won by the Traverse City team of Wes Herndon and Brian Macdonell. Two nicer guys you'll never meet. This team are smallmouth experts, and are always in it to win it, especially when smallies are the predominant species. They are very good anglers! So, from all the Tear Drop guys, congratulations Brian and Wes!

I'm already looking forward to next year. I will be making plans to fly up for the tournaments from South Texas to Michigan to enjoy Michigan's Great Northwest Corner with a great bunch of Tear Drop anglers! Each year the friendships are getting a little closer, you couldn't ask for a better group of guys to fish with.
I for one, am a little sad the season has ended for me here in Michigan. I will convert my equipment over to do battle with some of the bruisers down here in Texas on Falcon Lake this Fall. That entails removing my 8 lb. Vicious Pro Elite Fluorocarbon and winding up some Vicious 30 lb. braid . It's always a struggle for me down in Texas this time of year. Do I go fishing and end up having to reel in those big fish, or do I go out to my stand and hunt pigs or whitetail? The bass season is year round, and hunting season starts in just a few days. Just what does one do? Tough job, but somebody has to do it!
Thanks to all of the Tear Drop sponsors. Check them out in our flier. There is an online copy to view on the main page. Also, a big thank you to Dennis Cook for the time and effort he puts in to getting a schedule settled, putting together an ad flier, as well as doing all the work at the weigh-ins.
Until then...keep a tight line.
Once again great job Nick! Thank you for taking to time to put it all together and for sacrificing your time at each tournament to take pictures! Thanks to Brent too. I know he's taking care of all the other boat duties etc. while you're busy with the photography.
Speaking of photography, I have been finding that when I take short videos with my pocket camera that it really helps get so much more of a feel to the scene. If a picture's worth a thousand words, a short video must be worth quite a bit more. Here's one of the short videos I took as Mike Meysar and Ricky Skinner got their fish out of their boat prior to the Classic weigh-in on Green Lake.








































