We were awakened before first light by a voice projected through a loud speaker... “Gentlemen, remove your caps and prepare for your National Anthem.” Peeking out the portholes of our stateroom, I saw a twinkling of lights filling the Florence Harbor Marina. We were surrounded by 300 bass boats, two men per boat... currently standing at attention... about to participate in the end-of-the-season Heartland-sponsored bass fishing tournament. Pickwick Lake, an area of 67 square miles, is known to be one of the most prestigious small-mouth bass fishing grounds in the country. For the next 40 minutes, the boats left the harbor in a single-file by the numbers. Quite a start to my 70th year!
Created By Darcy O Campbell
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