By Gerald Swindle
I lost the Bassmaster Elite Series event at Arkansas’ Lake Dardanelle by only 4 ounces. That’s close. I would have loved that win dearly, but I truly have no regrets.
That last 50 minutes of the tournament was special for me—and my marshal, too!
In a way, what happened on that Arkansas River impoundment was “text book.” A guy makes a simple decision and gets one bite, and the fish tell him from that one bite what they are doing. But the way it happened, with fish hitting back-to-back-to-back, and then catching two big fish within the shadow of the launch in the final minutes … well, like I said, it was a special day!