To say there were some great sticks at this tourney is a massive understatement. Keith and Jerry Williams, Randy Savage, Mike Leblanc, Ricky Doyle...all local legends and great on this water. Guido and Dion Hibdon, Sam Newby, Mark Zona, Art Ferguson, the list goes on and on. I felt like a lil fish in a BIG pond at pre-tourney. There were 158 boats and as the draw hit 150 I figured I was in for dead last. Almost, I was 152 and Pete 155. The extra time I gained by being in the 5th flight helped. The morning of the 1st day, the paper said was calm.....BS! There was 3 footers already...AND the truth has now been revealed. Several MI natives, some that now Mac and Mini said and I quote, "I've seen the worst the MM, St Clair, and Erie have, and Champlain with a south wind is worse! If they did let us go today, I would NOT put my boat out there!" That was from Gary Bucarelli (spelling again?). I drew an older gentleman for a co but he was a great guy. We ran 10 miles south to my smallie spot but it took 45 minutes. We fished it for about 4 1/2 hours. My co had 2 small fish in the boat before I got bit. Then I boated 2 small fish. Then I was saying I was ready to go and the rod LOADED up. I told my co "GET THE NET.....THIS ONE IS BIG!" A 4.5 lber super toad rears her beautiful head and tail walked back to the boat. I did everything right and kept her on all the way in. My co slipped the net under her, but when she saw that net, she gave one last little head twitch, shook the hook, and swam out of the net and out of sight. I looked down and said right then, "THAT fish, is going to cost me big time, I can tell!" And she did. Another half hour and I lost one 2.5 lber and then I caught 1 fish that was 2.5. After that...nuthin! The day was progressing too fast and the wind was strong but not hitting my spot right so I told my co, "Time to go do what I do best...flip!" We ran all the way north (an hour run) to a largemouth spot where I had boated a 3 and Doug had boated a 5.1 in practice. We hit the spot hard and didn't get bit. I started throwing a spinnerbait and lost ANOTHER 3 lb smallie at the boat. At this point it was probably noon and I was very frustrated with only 3 fish in the livewell. I told my co-angler, "NEVER EVER give up!" On the way out there was 1 recently sunken duck blind I wanted to hit real fast. Tox had hit it for me on Sunday but didn't get bit. Well, they must have just moved on there. We joked that the spot would produce tons of big fish and blow away the field...we weren't far off. My first cast was a 4.4, next cast a 3.1, then 3 consecutive 2.5 lbers that culled all my small fish, and then I backed the boat in so my co could get in on the action and limit out. He did. Once we were sure we had exhausted the spot we moved on so I could prefish a little for day 2 and help my co cull a few fish. I knew I had around 15 lbs and had predicted that 15 a day would be needed to make the cut. I was right. I had 15.8 and was 3 way tied for 28th. I was 1 lb out of the top 20. That one 4+ lb smallie would have put me well over 17lbs and into the top 4 securing me. But as luck or the lack of it, would have it, the winds really blew on day 2 and they cancelled the day sending on the top 20 from day 1. Some side notes: on day 1, aside from the 929 that blew out his hull near the rod locker, a guy from VT in a 520 who had a loose engine mount bolt (bet he won't let that happen again) ripped his 225 opti off in 175' of water. Another guy ripped his motor off and it bounced up onto the back deck...STILL running! The prop chewed up the back deck and started towards the co and pro, when they jumped to the front deck, the pro's kill switch pulled, stopping the motor. Several others had rough days. It was not pretty. I have never pushed my boat so hard, but she did great, and for the first time ever (when I swamped my boat) I was genuinely scared on Lake Champlain. There was no one in sight and that day was over. Again, the fellowship o