Mr. Fellers showing off two beutiful bronzebacks. That has to be why he is smiling because it cannot be because of the Cincinnati Bearcats...besides what the hell is a Bearcat..is it bear or is is a cat. Some kind of genetics experiment gone horribly wrong I guess.
The Weigh In...where all the B.S. gets put aside and we can all see who has a clue and who needs to do more homework. Looks like Pat's hat is finally started to fade a little.
William Crapsey and two chunks. Fantastic....grrrrrrrrrrr. First tournament with the club and a first place. The rest of us hope this in not a trend. Nice job Bill-You Jerk!
El Presidente (The official Jerk) with another 5 pounder. This gets really old after a while. But it is a nice fish and the rest of us have a goal...BEAT THE JERK!!! Right Jeremey???
The long arm of the law finally catches up with "Honest Hal". Here he is caught with his head hanging low because he is being cited for "IMPERSONATING A FISHERMAM". It is so sad. Hope three strikes does not apply or we lose a Tournament Director.
Honest Hal stares down the scale in hopes of getting those few extra onces to get BIG BASS for the tournament. (Where is his thumb??? Inquiring minds want to know??? Where is fricking Gerlado when you really need him???)
Eric gives the scale and Honest Hal a good long look as we all unfortunatley realize Honest Hal has "BIG BASS" for this tournament. Well even a blind squirrel finds a nut once in awhile......Stupid fish probably has some type of disablilty, maybe felt sorry for Hal, maybe he was swimming away from Blake out of fear of being caught and jumped into Hal's net, possibly he was fleeing Canada because of the high taxes...hell I don't know but Hal had him in his boat! ERRRRR!!!!
Jeremey Miller is off to dump a bag of fish back to the lake. Attired wearing the latest in Tackle Warehouse attire..how chic!