Lake Eufaula

March 16^th & 17^th, 2002

After catching this fish prefishing, we were feeling confident.

DAY ONE WEIGH-IN

Lance weighs in the 1^st fish. A 1lb 8oz white bass.

Bill and Russell whip out their crappie. Could this take the trash fish prize?

The scales are closely inspected. The crappie is slightly smaller than the White Bass. But wait! The white bass was deader than a hammer. After the three ounce penalty the crappie wins by an ounce. Bill and Russell are off to a good start.

As you probably have figured out by now, the club doesn’t have tournament scales yet. So we did a sort of FLW style weigh-in where we pulled the boats next to each other and took turns weighing fish by fish with a hand scale. This will be time prohibitive once the club’s membership grows, but for this tournament it was a fun way to do it.

Another nice one. Bill and Russell are starting to feel nervous now.

How about this fish! I thought that this fish pretty much sealed the deal. Little did I know how bad we would choke the next day. This turned out to win big fish. 4lbs. 12 oz. Unfortunately, the plug came out of my livewell and our fish spent a considerable amount of time out of the water. (Remember the dead white bass). Luckily, this fish had enough life in her to move once during weigh in and saved us a dead fish penalty.

The club’s all about fun, so Bill and Russell take our lead with the right attitude.

But inside they are thinking, “what are we going to do tomorrow?”

DAY TWO

While Bill and Russell are fishing the dam…

…We’re 30 miles to the north fishing every little cove we can find. The forecast called for overcast skys, light rain and wind. We were feeling pretty confident when we heard the forecast. Naturally though, instead of rain we got sunshine, no wind, and no cloud cover (i.e kiss the spinner bait bite good-bye).

But we must not have been too concerned because we took the time to take a few pictures after leisurely enjoying our Chevron biscuits and coffee. Trust me, those were some damn good biscuits.

DAY TWO WEIGH-IN

Lance and I know that we’ve flopped and think that we’ve lost the tournament.

In the end, Bill and Russell think that they have won and rejoice accordingly. However, we later learn that the day one totals are off by a couple of ounces and that we (Bo and Lance) had in fact won by one ounce. Unghh! One lousy ounce is the only difference after a long a two-day tournament.

Braggin’ Rights is the main thing we’re fishing for. And one lousy ounce is hardly enough to brag about. So we are all headed to Guntersville with visions of big stingers in our heads.