I got home around 10:30 Sunday night and have been sleeping most of the time. Started getting sick Friday and by Sunday the last thing I was thinking about doing was fishing, but I was there to fish so 1/2 bottle of Tylenol Cold and Flu and I was on the water.
The plan of attack for the Tournament was to fish two locations. Started out fishing the same spot that I caught several Reds the day before with the largest being about 27 inches, then was going to hit the Haulthrough canal for the trout. The day of the tournament I did not see as much bait as the day before, but still gave it a shot. Found two schools of Reds, although could not catch anything bigger than about 16 inches. Not only was the pressure on for the tournament, I had a chase boat with a camera crew following me around. They had asked me the day before if they could video me launching and then follow around while I was fishing. The idea was that they would keep some distance and use the zoom till I caught something then they would move in closer. Seems as though they kept getting closer as the morning progressed without me catching anything much larger than the 23 inch Redfish. After landing the 23 inch Red they moved on to find a local that had turned me on to this spot. Robert (sorry don’t remember last name) was a good guy for showing me some good spots to fish.
So with the picture of a Red in my Camera I headed back to the launch to hit the next spot. After putting in at the ramp I started to pedal to the holes that I had caught the large trout the day before. About 20 yards out I start hearing some yelling in a non-southern dialect. As I turned around to take a look I see a couple of our friends from south of the Border chasing a rod down the ramp. Seems as though they had parked on the ramp and would not move and were fishing out of the back of a truck and when I launched I caught the line on my rudder so our two friends are running after this rod as I’m trying to get to my trout spot. Well, after getting the line unt