Well one of the first tournaments we were going to fish was at Lake Mead (maybe the US Open I don't remember). I met Dee at his house, met Terry, and off we went. Stop one at the McDonalds in Wasco for sausage biscuits and coffee. Then onto Mead. Day 1 pre fish, and were fishing a small cove up near the narrows, having a good time and while throwing a crankbait I catch a 2lbr. Dee swings around on his butt seat, looks at me and say's "you're a better fisherman than I thought" and we both started laughing. Later on day 2 of pre fish we were up in the Virgin in a cove. The sky was starting to darken and we could hear thunder rumble in the background. I asked Dee, "Do you think we should go?" Dee said I'll tell you when we'll go. So, I made a cast to a manzanita bush with my worm and my mono fishing line bowed straight up into the air, and wasn't sinking. I dropped my rod immediately and as the line started back down to the water, picked it up, reeled it in and got real low in the boat. That voice rumbled "What the hell are you doing" and I replied getting as low as I can so someone can drag you butt back to the ramp when you get struck. He laughed and continued fishing when a brite flash and ear splitting noise rumbled overhead. (A bolt of lightning hit the top of the hill in our cove). Dee turned to me in Dee fashion and said "I believe you're right, lets go!"

God Bless You Dee
Say Hi to Aaron, Forrest, Ron, Harvey and all the guys
God Bless
FE (aka Weatherman"