Twas the night before the Classic and all around the show, everyone is fretting will their be any more snow! The Jigging spoons were hung on the rods with care, and everyone's decked out in Cabela's Guidewear.
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 Anderson ran to see what was the matter. I ran down Green pond in hope that I could see, a glimpse of Randy Howell and Andy Montgomery!
The moon was gleaming on the ice 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 as bright as can be, and I knew he was running Blue Water LED!
More rapid than eagles the Fishermen came, as the cold water churned as they called out their names.
Go Browning, Go Ashley, 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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