It was always a favorite tournament time of year for me because it took persistence and the confidence to keep your bait wet in the right places for what probably wasn’t going to be many bites. Usually knew who you had to beat to get a good check. Now, too many times, some youngster full of urine and vinegar flinging an A-rig stumbles through enough of them to beat you. Can’t blame em as long as it’s legal. Just not my thing.