Twas the night before the Classic and all around the show, the pressure was building among all the top Pros. The Flippin jigs were hung on the end of rods with care, and GPS way points were Marked everywhere!
The Anglers were snug looking down at their boats, where Skeeters and Tritons will soon be afloat. Mark Zona and Sanders have their headsets on, and Camera's will be ready to film before dawn.
When down at the boat ramp their arose such a clatter, People from every state ran to see what was the matter. I ran down canal street in hope that I could see, a glimpse of Randy Howell and Shaw Grigsby!!
The full moon was shining on the water down below, I wished I was a Marshall, riding with Defoe! When what to my longing eyes should appear, but Jerry McKinnis and Trip Weldon calling is everyone here!
There was a little boat driver quick as can be, and I knew in a moment it must be KVD!
More rapid than eagles the Fishermen came, as the dark water churned as they called out their names.
Go Browning, Go Chapman, Go Evers, and Go Pace! Now Davis, and Faircloth their off to the race!
From the top of the ramp, to the mouth of the Bay, the Classic competitors are all on their way!
The Bass Chaplain is headed down to the ramp. Come Sunday we will know who is the Bassmasters Champ!!
By Chris Wells and Bob Eads
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