Great Days For Smallies
“When we began fishing there … 90% of the other fishermen on the water were after panfish or walleye.”
T WAS THE fall of 1977, B.A.S.S. was going on 10 years old, and the tournament triumvirate — Ray Scott, Bob Cobb and Harold Sharp — decided it was time for the Tournament Trail to slip the sultry bonds of southern reservoirs and venture northward.
