


It did take us some time leaving Nashville. Once we left Bass Pro and got back on the expressway, we heard on the radio that there was a tornado warning in the area. The storm was moving north, and we were heading south so we made a run for it. We got caught in some heavy rain, hail, and strong winds, but when we broke through it the roads were soon dry, and we were booking it south.
We dropped Rick's buddy Lanny, who road with us south, off in Decatur, and we were back up to Athens by 8:00 pm. My brother-in-law Charles and my sister-in-law Paula, had a t-bone steak dinner on the table waiting for us. It was delicious!
Sunday morning, we got up and after a bit, headed over to Decatur which is thirteen miles from where we're staying. We checked out the Holiday Inn where our Wednesday meeting will take place, and then headed down the road a short distance to Ingall's Harbor. There weren't any competition boats at the park, and we suspected the reason was that the river was still off limits. The competition waters have an off limits period for x number of days before the contest starts. We then drove back past the Holiday Inn where we saw one pro boat in the lot. It was Matt Sphar's "Alphabet Killer" wrapped boat.


The Holiday Inn where Sphar's boat is parked is just a stone's throw from Wheeler Lake. In the picture above you can see the 31 bridge in the background. I65 parallels AL 31 which runs straight south out of Athens.
The Tennessee River, which is impounded by Wheeler Dam, pools up to the 31 bridge. From the Dam to the bridge, is what they call Wheeler Lake. As I had said before, it's really the Tennessee River.
My brother-in-law Charlie decided we would head back to Athens and then down 72 toward Florence and check out Joe Wheeler State Park to see if any pro boats were there. Just on the west side of Athens, on the way to Wheeler Dam, is my favorite tackle shop, appropriately dubbed "West End." It's a Chevron Station that has one of the best tackle shops for miles around, including Huntsville and Decatur. We had to stop, because most angler's vehicles just naturally turn in to the parking lot as if drawn by some strange power.



Once inside West End, I headed down an aisle loaded with more Lucky Craft, RC's, Jackalls, and Sebille baits than you're going to see at any Bass Pro or Cabellas. As I was purusing the aisle I came face to face with Peter Thliveros, Kenyon Hill, and Bernie Schultz. I recognized Peter T. right away, and knew the other two, but couldn't come up with their names until I got a little help via
greatlakebass.com . I have to admit, I stalked around the store on the opposite side of the aisle and listened to them talk amongst themselves about all the baits. I noticed that they had started a pile of baits on the counter, and as they moved back and forth, I took me a little peak at the pile. I just so happen to have a few of those baits myself now. Duplicates just happen to fall into my cart. Just in case I might draw one of these gentlemen, I don't think I should divulge what baits they bought. I can say, however, they were very interested in Kopper's Crank Baits .

The clerks at West End said that several other pros had been in earlier in the day. They also said that they intended to be very busy next week. They said they would be open from 4:00 am until 9:00 pm all week. West End is on AL 72 and is about halfway between Decatur and Joe Wheeler State Park. Pros will be trailoring their boats up from Decatur to check out the dam area instead of running up all the way on the water.
Joe Wheeler State Park has a ramp right in First Creek, an area that will have a number of anglers in it checking for fish moving shallow. Both First and Second Creek will have their share of pros plying their depths.
It was exciting to take a look at the tournament site, and it was really cool to talk to Peter T. and Kenyon. Bernie was pretty serious about his shopping, and I didn't get to say much to him. I wouldn't mind Marshaling with any of them.
The weather today was quite windy and cold. Temperatures were in the low to mid forties. Tomorrow, and the rest of the week, is suppose to warmer. They are forecasting some rain for Tuesday, so we are planning on making a road trip to Guntersville. It's about an hour and a half from here. We've been told to go to Goose Pond and use the launch there. We're going to look shallow and throw, rattletraps, spinnerbaits, chatterbaits, and if the wind is down we'll try some topwater. Hopefully we can get in to one of those infamous Guntersville sows.
I'll be taking pictures, and if we're home early enough, I'll get another blog entry up.
Today in the Bassmaster Diamond Drive on Lake Dardenelle the Bass Elite pros concluded their second stop. Mark Menendez won the event fishing out of a 17 foot aluminum boat with a ninety horse Yamaha on it. The smaller, lighter boat allowed him to get way back in to areas that others couldn't fish. Here's a short piece that was up on the Bassmaster website about Menendez's Win . If you're interested, here are the standings from the Dardanelle Diamond Drive . KVD finished second today, and he's racking up the AOY points. Luke Gritter, the other Kalamazooian came in 82. Luke is Jonathan Van Dam's buddy, and is one of the newest young guns on the Elite trail this year. Best wishes to both of our Michigan representatives on the tour.
I took the parting shot of the day from something that Ted Hughes once said about his passion. "Fishing provides that connection with the whole living world. It gives you the opportunity of being totally immersed, turning back into yourself in a good way. A form of meditation, some form of communion with levels of yourself that are deeper than the ordinary self. " Take care and go Spartans!!
March 31, 2009
Haven't heard any banjo music or had any moonshine offered to me yet down here in the "Heart of Dixie, but I have had the chance to eat some good ole southern barbecue on two different occasions.
I ate lunch today at Lawler's Barbecue and had their pulled ham. I had never thought to try pulled ham until a friend of my brother-in-law's talked me in to trying it. It's the only thing I get when I go there now. It has a very unique taste, delicious!
The second barbecue stop was for dinner in Decatur, AL. My brother-in-law, Charles, my sister-in-law Paula, and my buddy Rick, and I ate at Big Bob Gibson's BBQ . I've been to Big Bob's before and had a sampler plate, so I already had an idea of what I wanted. I chose the barbecue brisket, potato salad, and baked beans.
The beef brisket has that crusty barbecue outside and the meat is permeated with hickory smoke. It was lean and mighty tasty. You don't find any gristle or fat in it at all. Traditional southern barbecue isn't cooked in sauce, but Big Bob's has a white sauce and a tangy red sauce on the table, if you want to try some.


Lawlers is just east of I65 on AL72. Seventy-two is the second exit for Athens. It is an easy on and off the expressway if you're heading south. Decatur is where Big Bob's is located and it's on AL31 which parallels I65. You get off 65 at Decatur on AL67 and take it west to 6th St. and then back north just a short way, and Big Bob's will be on the west side of the street. It's not a swanky place. You eat off from styrofoam plates, but the food is award winning!




I kind of jumped ahead to our barbecue day today, but yesterday Rick and I decided to head over to Guntersville to see if we couldn't catch us a big one. Our hopes were tempered a bit, because of a strong front that moved through the night before we decided to make the trip. When we got up Monday morning it was 34 degrees. You don't get down this way often, so we decided to go for it. Besides up North 34 is warm for this time of year.
It took us about an hour and a half to drive to a section of Lake Guntersville called Goose Pond . We bought our licenses which cost $26 for a seven day out of state license. We paid our $2 launch fee, and I dumped Rick and his Ranger in the lake.
We had decided to stay right in Goose Pond and after talking with a couple of guys learned that David Fritts had won the first FLW tournament this year at the bridge that we could see from the marina.
We had gotten some information, but it's always hard to meld all the intel and to apply it on a new body of water. We went looking shallow, and found bays with pad stems where we hoped to find some fish. We came up blank in a couple of coves, and we also zipped fishing lay downs and shoreline rip rap.
I hit my first fish along some rip rap under a bridge, but lost it halfway to the boat. That was after several hours of fishing and I was hoping that fish wouldn't be my only chance for the day, but the way things were going....
A short time later, we came upon an old set of bridge pilings in a neck area between two bays, and saw shad busting. I tossed a shakey head worm up against an old piling and let it sink in the sixteen feet of water. I never felt a tap just weight, and when I set the hook, I was into what would become our first fish of the day. We continued to fish the area and caught seven or eight more fish. We then started working our way back and Rick caught another nice fish along a section of rip rap. We didn't catch any killers, but would have culled a limit. When we got back to the dock we talked to several anglers that had blanked for the day, so we felt pretty good to have boated what we had.




We didn't catch the monsters that we had hoped to at the Big G, but we can say we caught a limit and that we've fished one of the fabled bass lakes of the south!
Storms have been moving through the south all month. Monday night more rain and thunder storms moved through. We decided not to risk getting Rick's Ranger wet fishing Monday, so we cruised around and checked out a number of launches on Wheeler, then checked in at the Holiday Inn (Elite Tournament Headquarters for the Dixie Duel), and then drove over to visit with Rick's buddy Lanny.
Our first stop, as I said above, was to check out the first ramp off AL72 where it crosses the Elk River. The Elk River enters the Tennessee/Wheeler Lake, just below First Creek. There were seven Bass Pros who had their rigs parked there.




The Elk River this time of year just may be a spot where some of the experienced pros may meander up and catch them a win at the Dixie Duel.
The Elk Runs south into Wheeler near the dam end of the impoundment. The next arm up from the Elk on the same side of Wheeler is First Creek. Joe Wheeler State Park is on First Creek. We drove in to Joe Wheeler, and there was only one rig there. It belonged to Paul Elias.
I really don't know why we didn't drive just a few more miles up AL72 to Second Creek, but we got to talking and just got back on 72 and headed back in to Athens.
That's when we decided to pick up a few supplies at Walmart and had our lunch. After lunch, we drove down to Decatur which is 13 miles away. We stopped in at the tournament headquarters, which is the Holiday Inn in Decatur.
We asked at the desk about what time we needed to check in tomorrow, Wednesday. They were very helpful and gave us some paper work which told us all we needed to know. Registration begins at 3:00, and the mandatory meeting is at 4:15 pm. There will be a hospitality reception for Marshals and Pros afterwards. Needless to say, we're getting geeked up and ready to get the show on the road!
We left the Holiday Inn and headed east down AL67 to check on Rick's friend Lanny, who had ridden south with us, and was staying with relatives about 20 miles out of Decatur.

Lanny's relatives live way up on a mountain top. A beautiful spot providing us with an ultra scenic drive to get there. However, we would have been totally lost without the Garmin GPS Rick had brought along on the trip. I don't know how we would have found Lanny's Aunt Belle's place without that sultry gal inside that little box telling us which narrow little lane to turn down.
Well tomorrow, we thought we might drive over to Pickwick near Florence, AL and try to find some big smallmouths. However, it's a little farther than we wanted to travel. We didn't want to get that far away and have a breakdown and not make our meeting tomorrow. So, we're going to get up and put in at the Elk River ramp. I've fished some of that area before. We'll see what we can find there, and we'll also check out First and Second Creek. Hopefully, I'll have time tomorrow night to put up another blog entry. It is certainly going to be an interesting next few days!
Bass Zone has the best article up right now previewing the B.A.S.S. Elite event on Wheeler . Check it out, and remember you can watch the weigh-in on the computer if your internet provider subscribes to ESPN360. Go to the B.A.S.S. Site , and see if you can log on. Hopefully you can, and you'll see ESPN's coverage of the event.
It's now 12:35 am, and Rick has been in bed for two hours now. I need to head that way myself. He's going to be up and at em early, so I'm setting my alarm for 6:00 am. Consequently, I'm not going to look for a parting shot and simply wish the best for all of you still up in that Michigan snow. Wish you were here!
April 1, 2009
April Fools day, and Rick tried to zing me with a cotton mouth over yonder while we were fishing this morning and I fell for it. I had forgotten about it being April Fools Day.
Rick and I got up this morning and headed over to Wheeler intending to put at the Elk River. We stopped at West End on our way out, and I dropped off some Poor Boy Baits and three DVD's that Seth Burrill at Angler's Experience has put together. I've mentioned both Poor Boy Baits and Seth's Drop Shot, Knot Tying, and Secrets of Locating Big Fish DVD's several times in the blogs. Make sure you check both sites out. Straight up, the sites have excellent information and products.
We dropped the Ranger in the Elk River and put the trolling motor down almost immediately. I started throwing my chrome trap, and it wasn't long and I had five fish. Three were pretty small, but I had two that were keepers. We fished the shoreline and stayed in about four feet of water casting up to shore. We worked the bank down toward the Tennessee.
After a couple hours, we headed up to Anderson Creek which is the first Creek back up the Elk River. Rick stuck a nice fish there and another on down the shoreline. Again, we were in that four foot of water along shore. I also lost two fish and caught another keeper in Anderson as well.


We put the boat back on the trailer at about 1:00 pm. We needed to head back to Paula and Charlie's and get ready to go to the Marshal's Registration in Decatur. We got there at about 3:10.

We signed in, and they asked us if we were available for Saturday, and of course we both said yes. They gave us a couple of bags of goodies. There was a Bass Marshal hat, a white short sleeve Marshal's shirt, a $25 Bass Pro Shop gift card, and a bunch of other stuff.
We headed from there to a meeting room to await our briefing. It was a large room with a sliding divider. The pros were meeting on the other side of the divider. Once they gave us our instructions they opened up the wall and began announcing the pairings.

I had a chance to meet Luke Gritter from Kalamazoo. Luke is a rookie on the B.A.S.S. Elite Tour this year. He's a born and raised young gun from Kalamazoo. He knows JVD, Jonathan Van Dam, as well as some mutual acquaintances, Kendall Ulsh and Mike Elkins. Kendall and Mike were guys we met while fishing last season's Michigan BFL's.
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One of Luke's sponsors is Garneau Baits . I had talked to Bernie, one of the co-owners of the company earlier in the week and told him that I would be sure to look Luke up. I'll have some more info on Luke, and maybe spotlight him on a blog, in the near future.

I drew Matt Herren from Trussville, Alabama. Rick drew Brent Brody Broderick . Brody, as he's called, had to leave right after meeting Rick. His dad had had a heart attack, and he needed to make some phone calls to check on him. Rick then held up a wall for a while, as I met with Matt and had some dinner that had been catered in. Skinner, being the picky eater that he is, turned his nose up at the buffet. They had chicken tenders, two stations of carved roast beef, salads, cheeses (Rick's favorite, not!), and sundry other items that I had to sample.
I sat with Paul Elias, Boyd Duckett, Herren, Gerald Swindle, Jimmy Mize, and Jeff Reynolds. The group talked about the fishing, and they also talked about how bad Lake Wheeler can get when it blows. They all agreed they would rather be on Lake Erie when it's rough than Wheeler. Herren said it was the only body of water that scared him when it got bad.
Oh well, we came down for the excitement, and if the weather that they are predicting really arrives, we may be seeing some forty mile an hour winds, and that certainly would be interesting and probably very exciting! Batten down the hatches matee!

After the particulars were exchanged with our pros and I had dinner, Rick and I headed down to Ingall's Harbor to check out the ramp and stage area.



We met a fellow Marshal while cruising the grounds and checking out the layout of the staging area. Here's a picture of Rick, Dave Barrett, and an unknown college kid who just happened to be walking by.

We left Decatur and drove back up to Athens. We stopped at the Walmart to get sandwich supplies for tomorrow. On our way out of Walmart, my phone rings, and it's my brother asking me where I was. I told him Alabama. He said, "You're kidding," and that he was on his way down to Gulf Shores with his gal Char and a van full of Lady Golden Hawk softball players. They were heading to Lawlers and were only a mile away. Since we were just a half mile away, we met them there, and we sat with them while they ate. I don't know why I didn't remember to take a picture, but a group shot out in front of Lawlers would have been cool. Oh well.
Don't forget to check out the articles that will be appearing on the sites featuring the B.A.S.S. Dixie Duel in Decatur . Here's a short video from Bass Zone .
Also, don't forget to take a look during the day tomorrow at the Live Coverage from Decatur on Bassmaster.com.
Well, once again I'm burning the candle. It's 11:56 pm, and the alarm is set for 5:00 am. I have to get to bed! Take care, and make sure you take some time out of your work day tomorrow to do something that puts a smile on your face.
April 2, 2009
I have spent the evening grabbing Skinner by the ankles and pulling him off the ceiling. He has been flying high ever since he heard about his draw for tomorrow in the Dixie Duel at Decatur. He drew Kevin Van Dam! The phone hasn't been out of his hand since he checked, and rechecked and then had me recheck the pairings board. As if he wasn't excited enough, during dinner Kevin called him. It was a nonchalant, "Hello Kevin," as he saw who was calling. He said Kevin was very gracious on the phone, offering him any gear he might need for tomorrow. As I said, it's been me pulling Rick down from cloud nine by the ankles.
Rick and I got up this morning at 5:00 am and were on the road a little before 6:00. We met our pros at 6:30.
I left Rick to find his pro, and met Matt Herren, my Elite angler for the day. He had a big Chevy duelly that he uses to haul his rig. I dumped him in, and then met him at the dock. We mingled for about 45 minutes. Matt Herren bumped and banged his way through the boats cajoling with his buddies. It gave me a chance to shoot a bunch of pictures. Here are just a couple.








We bobbed around for a while while announcements were made and some pump you music blared across the water. Hope the neighbors have thick walls. The tournament officials played the National Anthem and then started lining the boats up. We were in the second flight, boat number 36.


As you motor through the single file check in a tournament official acknowledges you and then announces the pro and the marshall. Live wells and kill switches are checked, and you're reminded to be sure your life jackets are securely fastened whenever the big motor is fired. They also give you a float with your boat number on it. At the end of the tournament, you have to hand it in as part of the check in. They have a box where all the floats are placed to make sure they can check to see that everyone has checked back in. If someone isn't and hasn't called, they send out the calvary, or maybe it's the Coast Guard.
Once all that is taken care off, you are literally off to the races. Those pros know only one speed and that's wide open. When you're fishing for $100,000, you don't want to waste a minute with a line out of the water. If you have never experienced 70 mph on the water at dawns early light, I can tell you it is exhilarating
As my fingers hovered over the keyboard, I began thinking about what to say about my day with Matt. I thought that I had better not talk to specifically about techniques or show you pictures of where Matt fished. Who knows what sort puruse the internet in search of classified information. I can say, however, that we traveled over 50 miles during the course of the day, and that is a conservative estimate. After the tournament, I'll show pictures, talk about baits and presentations, and show you pictures of where Matt fished.
I have to say that what Matt and Boyd Duckett said about Wheeler getting rougher than a cob certainly is true. Toward the end of the day, the wind came up and the rain came down! On our way down, the river which was a forty minute run, Matt's strap on his trolling motor broke, and he had to jury rig it to keep the trolling motor secure during the beating in the four footers . We had to stop several times to resinch it.
We headed in to the weigh in a few minutes early because of the thunder and lightning booming in the distance. No sooner than Matt weighed his fish, it commenced to come down. It rained hard! Hard enough that sitting inside the truck and looking out toward the front, you couldn't see the end of the hood.
After a bit, it slowed up enough that I could transfer my stuff to Rick's truck. Matt had backed his truck and boat up into the tech lot. They have trailers from all the manufacturers, Mercury, Yamaha, Lowrance, Power Pole, etc. at each big Elite Series event. They fix up the pros stuff and keep them on the water.
Rick's pro Brody, didn't have a very good day. First of all his dad just had a heart attack, so he was needing to constantly check by phone on his condition. With that weighing on your mind it's tough to concentrate. Secondly, just after take off, the trolling motor went on the fritz. They were already way up river, so they had to motor a long way back to the ramp. A lot of time spent with no line in the water. Rick said that the technicians were waiting for him though, and it only took them twenty minutes to put on a whole new trolling motor! Consequently, with all those issues he only weighed in four fish.
You can check on the pros weights for the day one by clicking this hot link for Day One Dixie Duel Standings . Alton Jones is leading thanks to his big bass of the day that went seven pounds! Here is one of the stories out covering the tournament. It's from Bass Fan, and is entitled Jones Catches 17 lbs. Alone
Make sure you check out the Bassmaster Photo Gallery . They have some great photographers and they have a lot of pictures cached. One more link that I'll add is the one to the Bassmaster Live Coverage page that you can use to log in and watch the updates and live weigh in.
Well, both Rick and I are looking forward to tomorrow! If you can ever get the time, this is a great deal. $100 will get you a minimum of two days with two different pros. If you register early enough you will get three days and a few lucky souls will get four days. The first two days they need 100 Marshals. Day three they need fifty and day four they only need six. I don't think you will regret the investment or the time away from work.
I am plum tuckered out tonight. Everybody here has been in bed for quite a while. I need to hit the sheets very soon. I have to proof read this, spell check it, upload the pictures, upload the new file, check the blog to make sure all the pictures are placed correctly and that all the hot links are accurate. Just a little work yet, but I'll get er done.
I am not going to take time again to look up a parting shot of the day, so I'll just use an old Confucius saying. " Man who draws KVD, has trouble keeping feet on ground." Take care and make sure you take time out of your work day to do something that puts a smile on your face.
April 3, 2009
It's Friday morning in Alabama and that means that lucky son of a gun Richard "The Cement Man" Skinner is off to meet KVD and spend the day with him. That's the good news. The bad news is we got to the launch site and after a series of delays they canceled day two. It wasn't completely bad news though because they are fishing a full 100 boat field tomorrow and our partners stay the same.
Backing up a bit, Tommy Biffle called Thursday night, and we talked about where we were going to meet Friday morning. We met at the ice machine at 6:30 am, and I jumped in and dumped he and his boat in the channel where all the boats staged.
Rick was doing pretty much the same thing with KVD. Tommy and Kevin tied up pretty close to each other, so I strolled down to see how Rick and Kevin were getting along.

Rick said Kevin was every bit the epitome of the gracious champion that many of us fans know him to be. Rick said KVD went out of his way to make him feel comfortable. He was also every bit the task master and spent his time organizing his gear and making sure he had things ready. He left nothing he could control to chance.
While he worked in the gray light of dawn fans would stroll down the walkway, and when a man asked if he could get a picture of Kevin with his daughter, Kevin jumped up out of his boat and knelt down beside the little girl so her dad could take her picture with the Angler of the Year. KVD is a class act!
As the time ticked away toward the 7:15 am start time, announcements were made that started a stir among the anglers. Trip Weldon, B.A.S.S. Tournament Director, was saying that it look like they would fish today, but there would be a delay until 8:00 am. Almost immediately the pros began to gather in small groups and you could hear the frustration in their voices. They wanted to fish, and they felt that conditions were not that bad.
Trip had to be sure though that safety came first. He took several boat rides out of the channel and into the river. The wind was blowing hard against the current. This caused waves to form in the four and five foot class that had very narrow troughs. These waves, when they form with wind going directly opposite of the current, are very dangerous because you tend to go over one and immediately spear the second. There were a number of pros, at the registration dinner, that said Wheeler was the body of water that they feared the most when the wind blew.
With the weather forecasted to settle down as the day wore on, the start time repeatedly was pushed back, until finally, at around 10:15 am, the tournament day was canceled. When the announcement was made, Trip said that the full field would fish Saturday with the same pairings of pros and marshals.
When Rick heard that the day was going to be scratched his heart sunk. However, when he heard that he would have the same partner for Saturday his spirits soared. He had gotten to spend quality time with Kevin and now was going to get a whole nother day! Back on cloud nine for another twenty-four hours.
Here are some pictures from the morning.





Once the final call was made to cancel the day the race was on to pull the boats out of the water. I jumped in Tommy's tow vehicle and Rick got in Kevin's truck. Here's Rick picking up Kevin.


After we left the launch site, Rick and I drove back up to Athens and stopped at the Cracker Barrel there to get some breakfast. We had just gotten our coffee and in walks Skeet Reese and two other Elite Pros. Man can't these guys give us a break! We try and get away from the spotlight and here they come following us around. I hope you got the tongue'n cheek tone, because I don't want to in any way offend the pros I got to spend time with these past two days. They have been more than friendly, and when I have bothered them for autographs on my hat, most thanked me for asking them. No kidding!



Notice on the front view of the hat above that I even got Mary Delgoto's autograph. I may of mentioned that yesterday. I did make sure I completed that couple by getting Byron Velvick's signature. He signed it under the brim though, so you can't see it. I have to take stock of the autographs and try and get a few more "John Henry's" tomorrow.
After we ate breakfast, we drove down to West End to get a Lake Wheeler map. We saw Scott and Jerry two of the mainstays of West End. As we were talking with them in walks Aaron Martens and Todd Faircloth. Man, these guys just won't leave us alone!
It really has been a blast down here, and Rick and I have been enjoying ourselves big time. You can't get the opportunity to meet and talk with this many fishing greats in any other place. This morning I must have talked to 30 pros. I even chatted with Rick Clunn, who's fishing this year in a 17 foot aluminum boat with a 150 on it. He's fished all the tournaments this year in it. I've heard he's doing it to make himself travel less and fish slower.

You can read the write up that Bassmaster did on today's effort using this Duel Delayed Article link . Once you have read the article make sure you check out the Photo Gallery . Well that's it for today, and I hope you all have a great weekend!
April 4, 2009
"They call him mellow yellow, quite rightly..." Yep, that's what the pros are calling Rick now that they have gotten to know him and is best buds with KVD. He's the only one there with a bright yellow rainsuit. If you're watching on Bassmaster Live or go to the Bassmaster Photo Gallery keep your eye out for Rick "Mellow Yellow" Skinner.
Rick and I got down to the launch early today. Rick was anxious to meet up with his new bowling buddy, KVD . As it turned out, Kevin was just dumping his boat in as we walked up to the ramp. Many of the pros just back their boats in and drive off leaving them floating. When they return from the parking lot, they just get someone to take them out to their boat.
I took my video camera today and shot a bunch of video as I walked down the walkway to find where my boater, Tommy Biffle parked his camouflage Ranger.
The launch is a real hoot. It's a time of high anxiety to be sure, but the pros are so relaxed with one another that it is almost a party atmosphere.
This morning there were all 100 pros and not quite all 100 marshals plus a bunch of curious onlookers. Being Saturday, there was a large number of people checking out the goings on. Here are some pictures from this morning's Dixie Duel launch.





While we were getting in line, we were boat number 28 and in the second flight, I turned around to see that the other "Kalamazoo Kid," Luke Gritter was behind me. One of Luke's sponsors is Garneau Baits . I know Ted and Bernie from Garneau, and I told them I would keep an eye out for Luke. He's a good kid, and I talked to him a number of times over the past three days. Fishing against the top 100 on the Elite Trail though, is going to give Luke a run for his young money. I wish him the best, and we're all rooting for him. He's one of two Michigan anglers and all us Michiganders have him on our home team list Here are a couple of pictures as Luke was heading out this morning.


As I said, I rode with Tommy Biffle , and when we took off he ran to a spot that he has been catching fish in. No secret there I guess. I don't think that while the tournament is going on I can feel right about disclosing information about techniques or spots. I can say though, that Tommy caught them big time! That ole dog can hunt! He ended the day with 19 lbs. 14 oz., and has about a two and a half pound lead over Takahiro going in to day three. Here are some shots that I can show you featuring Mr. Biffle.



After Tommy had weighed, and I pulled he and his boat out, I hustled back to the stage area. I had to take the long way around because there was a big crowd there for the weigh in.

I wanted to get back to the the booths at the weigh in area because I had heard that Ray Scott and Jimmy Kientz were there. Last year at this time, I had the chance to go down to Ray's with my buddy Dandy Don Fowler, and we spent the night at his house and fished his ponds. It was a trip of a life time. I might also mention I won the ten dollar pool for big bass of the day. The big bass I caught there is the fish at the top of the "Daily Blog" page.

I introduced Rick to Ray and Jim, and we purchased some hats from them that they sell to support our troops. Here are a couple of pictures of Ray signing autographs.


I forgot to mention earlier that while we were waiting in the boat after we came in today, Mark Zona came and talked to Tommy. I had chatted with Mark in the morning and got both he and Tommy Sanders autograph on my hat. Zona is a wild man, and I love his World's Greatest Fishing Show. He's going to be airing this season's contest at Ray Scott's place in a couple of weeks.

If you haven't had the chance yet make sure you check out the Story for Day Two that Bassmaster has on its website. For the real story though, stay tuned and in a few days I can tell you what went down.
It's bed time for me. The blog is another late night endeavor. After eating Charlie's shrimp boil, and watching the Michigan State Game, go Spartans, I'm still banging on the keys it's now after midnight. So take care and do something today that puts a smile on your face.
April 6, 2009
Well, the fat lady is singing, which means the B.A.S.S. Elite Series Dixie Duel is over. It was an awesome experience. Rick and I will certainly be monopolizing conversations telling tales of our trip for a long time to come. Here's a shot of Rick, and the smile that never left his face the whole time we've been down here in the "Heart of Dixie."

Our routine hasn't changed since we've gotten here. We got up before 5:00 am and got ready. We drank our coffee, donned our rain gear, and headed on down the road to Decatur. We parked the truck, and then waited for our pros to arrive. Once they did, we would put our stuff in their boats and then hop in their trucks. We backed them into the water, parked their rigs and walked down to the staging area. The pros all had at least forty-five minutes sitting in the water getting their gear ready for the morning.



Some pros had their gear out on deck, while others left it in their rod lockers so no one got an eye full of what they might have tied on for that morning. They're all buddies, but they are fierce competitors vying for a $100,000 prize.
Not only do the anglers have to prepare for the day, but tournament officials are very busy making sure things run smoothly. Here is a shot of two of them with the box of floats that they will pass out as anglers go through the official morning check in. They will hand them a float, a bass tracks phone, check their livewells, make sure their lights are in and working, and they have them pull their kill switch to ensure that it is functioning properly.

As you might expect, there were many more spectators on the weekend, and that adds to what the pros have to do in the morning. They were, to a person, very generous with their time. They signed autographs, and took pictures with many fans. I never heard one of them grumble or look like it was a bother to do it. They treated their fans with the utmost respect. It was impressive to me to see how caring they were.
Not only did the pros have to deal with all the fans, but the leaders were also barraged by reporters and TV cameras.

Once the hoopla of the morning was over, it got serious in a hurry. The boats lined up in the 1-50 order and the two Sunday flights prepared to get it on. Here's a picture of Rick and Alton Jones moving out.


You make your pass by the officials and they check you off and announce you to the crowd. The announced the pros name along with the marshal's name. From that point it's a short idle out to the main lake, and your hammer down from that point.



I rode with Marty Robinson, a rookie on the tour this year. He decided to make a run down to the dam end of the lake. We made the 30 minute run at full speed. Most of the pros have single consoles so the passenger gets the full effect. The wind noise at 70 mph is deafening and tends to give you a headache after a long ride. You really should have ear plugs in, or wear a helmet, as many pros and riders do. If you don't wear a helmet or face mask, you have to at least have sunglasses on to protect yourself from a bug in the eye. You had also better have a strap for your glasses. At seventy mph, if you turn your head, you can say good bye to your eye wear. Forget about leaving your hat on as you run. You had better take care to have it stowed. Your pro isn't going to like having to stop and turn around to retrieve your cap, and it can be a long day on the water without that visor shading your eyes. I always carry at least one spare hat in my boat.

Once we made our long run, we pulled in to one of the many pockets off Lake Wheeler. Marty picked up his jig rod and began pitching it to the bank. He fished out deeper than the other pros I rode with did. He was pitching a green pumpkin jig with a texas craw colored pack-a -chunk as a trailer. It wasn't long until, "Fish On."


Marty pitched his jig under a number of docks. Down south they call them piers. Two of my pros said that the sweet spot on a dock is where the walkway meets the larger section of dock.


We fished several of Marty's spots up by the dam. We ran in to Kenyon Hill at the mouth of one of the cuts. At the end of this slough, there was a point that ran out quite a ways covered with rock. Kenyon was fishing it looking for a smallie. He had caught a four plus pounder there the day before.

Marty fished his dam cuts until noon. He kept talking about wanting to run back down river to his shallow stuff where he hoped to find a couple of big fish. After some pitches around where Kenyon was, he locked his poles down on the deck, and we were off and running once again.
We ran almost back down to the launch site. We pulled into a backwater area that Marty had shared with Alton Jones a couple of days earlier. Alton had caught seventeen pounds there the first day, including his seven pound big bass. I think I'll file that spot away for the future. With my brother-in-law living here in Athens, it makes it pretty convenient for me to bring my boat down. Now that I'm retired, I hope to be getting down to fish Wheeler much more often.
Marty fished an area of pad stems, lilly pads that have died back and haven't yet grown their new green head gear this year. He swam a big jig trimmed with a blue trailer through the stems. He said he had been catching his better fish this way the past couple of days. He fished it for several hours without a bite. He did pick up one fish on a buzz bait. He culled with it, but it didn't add much more to his total weight. It wasn't the big bite he needed.

Marty was disappointed that he didn't get the kicker fish in his afternoon spot. I wanted to suggest he move real shallow and fish the buck bushes. Biffle had found that pattern the day before and did very well. However, as a Marshal, I cannot say a word to the pro about fishing lures, spots, etc. He couldn't ask either, because the pros cannot seek any help whatsoever from anyone except a fellow competitor. During the last day they may not even talk with any of the other pros that didn't make the cut either.
We fished as late as we dared and then ran for the ramp. The pros changed into their pro jersey's and tournament officials brought them a bag for their fish. The top twelve pros lined their boats up separately for a drive up weigh in. The rest of the fifty anglers carried their fish to the aerated tanks behind the stands and awaited their moment on stage.

ESPN has been doing a great job with their coverage on the internet. There is a lot more to it that doesn't get broadcasted though. It is quite a show and many of the area fans came to watch participate in all the action.

Casey Ashley was one of the pros that was down the list coming in to the final day. However, on Sunday he caught himself a bag! They have a Toyota Tundra up near the stage with a boat seat in the bed where the angler that is leading sits. Casey took his seat early. Angler after angler weighed in, and he remained in his seat. It wouldn't be until the final angler weighed, that he would have to give it up.
Tommy Biffle, my Day 2 pro, caught himself another good sack of fish back in the same spot we had fished the day before. He won it going away and is now $100,000 richer! Here are some shots of the final weigh in.


There weren't many anglers there that got as much attention as Mike Iaconelli. He knows how to electrify a crowd, and the crowd loves him. Each day when his name was called, and he stepped out on stage, he got the loudest ovation.


I was very happy for Tommy. I went to get some pictures of him before he went up on stage and he saw me and said that he had caught em. I knew at that point that I had rode with the Alabama Dixie Duel Champion. It was quite an honor and a tremendous thrill for me. I also learned a lot from this B.A.S.S. Millionaire's Club angler. I am going to be spending much more time perfecting my flipping and pitching.
I'm running out of time as usual. Rick has already left to go pick up Lanny. He will be returning shortly to hook up the boat and we'll load the truck and begin our trek back up to Michigan. I'm stopping for sure, whether it's for the night, or for a long dinner to watch Michigan State play tonight. Go Spartans!
It was certainly a great trip, and we're pretty tuckered out. In fact, here's the parting shot of the day. It was a picture of Rick from last night after we got back and had a chance to kick back. I do believe that's a smile on his face, and I'm sure he's dreaming about what has been a dream filled trip. Don't forget to check out all the information about the Dixie Duel on Bassmaster

Take care and make sure you take time out of your work day 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.



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.

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.

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.


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.


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.

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.

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.
April 12, 2009
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







