Hooked on Lake Wedowee
by Bonny & Wendell
Huddleston
Wendell
and I were fishing in a local fishing club where we had tournaments
once a month. There was no big money to win but it was meant for fun and
competition, which is right up my alley. At the end of the season your
total pounds caught are totaled and if you’re lucky you can receive a
trophy.
During
one of these tournaments we were fishing along the bank. Wendell was in
the front running the trolling motor fishing to his right, and I was in
the back fishing to my left. The fish limit per tournament is 5 per
fisherman. At daylight I started catching the heck out of fish and by
9 am I had my limit of 5. At that point I started culling, trying to
get bigger fish than what I already had. Wendell had zero fish. Suddenly
I see Wendell changing his lure to what I was fishing with. And I start
to feel the boat turn until we had switched positions. “What in the
heck are you doing?” I asked him. “I’m teaching you the meaning of
tournament block!” he informed me. Needless to say at the weigh in he
actually had more pounds of fish than I did.
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