Niagra, First weigh in of my pro-am career, -17.54 points. Measured the laker with the tail spread out , chalk that one up to experience.
Oswego, Fishing a great break, points out of the money, fishing with a little scottish guy named Scotty, a lot of you know him, god rest his sole. He's pissing in the bucket near the left corner rigger and the rod pops and is screaming off line. He's yelling (with his scottish accent) grab the rod, grab the rod!!, I wasn't going anywhere near it. We lost the fish and money. the 10 points would have put us in. The same tourny were pulling rods just off the lighthouse and a rod fires. The observer, you all know her, the blonde from Niagra starts counting down seconds till the end of the tourny. 25, 24, 23...I try and hork this pig in to get the points and snap! That fish would have done us well.
Pukers, I get em all thank you very little. I even brought one of my own who made me call to tournment control to ask if we could let him off the boat. He jumped 10' from the boat to the dock to get off.
One more great one, Niagra again, were close to the money mind you, fishing off the bar, the side rigger goes off and my tournment partner Bill Alhart, God rest his sole too, (fishing with me is definately bad for your health) grabs the line and fights what seems to be a pretty good sized fish. Were thinking $$$, the fish comes to the boat and its the biggest fresh water drum you ever saw, Uglier that Bill himself!!! No money that year either.
Money stories: I got nothin', but I'll keep on trying....as long as I can keep some fishing partners alive