This is not nearly as good as above, but my partner and I were fishing a tournament two years ago. After the takeoff, we run up to a bank we had never fished before. Why? I have no idea, but the wind was pushing up to this bluff wall that had a huge flat out in front about 10-12ft deep. We proceeded to limit out in a matter of 10 min and draw a check that night.

For all the pond fishermen, on Dec. 31st of 2007 we had some unseasonably warm weather for about a week or so. I chose to hit up a farm pond that I have fished since I was a child. It is a wildlife sanctuary, but is not open to the public. The gentleman that owns and manages the pond is retired from KDFWR. I left my girlfriend at the time (now my wife) at my mother's house and walked across the road and down the gravel driveway to the huge pond. Lots of cover and humps -- even a pretty good size island in the middle. I was only there for about an hour, but caught fish on about every cast. All fish anywhere from 1-4lbs. Then the action died off. Right before I left, I told myself the infamous phrase "One more cast." The last cast resulted in a 6lber and I was able to weigh it, take some pics, and release it back into the pond to grow even bigger. Happy New Year's to me. Went fishing the next day, New Year's Day, at Cumberland and caught a personal record smallmouth.

I will always remember these days. Although they're not spectacular to some, they will always be to me. It's also what keeps me coming back.