In what I guess you could call spring training for the Mother Cup, it was down to Alabama this past week to fish in the “Big Bass Capital of the World,” Lake Eufaula (aka Walter F. George Reservoir). 
The lake resides on the border of Alabama and Georgia. There appears to be a mini civil war with the locals on which side is best. There was a big fish picture in one of the bait stores with a story to go with it. The story ended with a notation to make sure everybody knew that it was caught on the “Georgia” side. The Georgia side turned out to be where they were, however. The area had quite a bit of rain the week prior to us arriving so the water was like fishing in chocolate milk. The lake itself has such a nice setup with many branches shooting off from it. You couldn’t ask for better water depth and amount of structure but that muddy water made it a chore. Our fishing techniques (or my lack 
thereof) were put to the test during the week. With the water conditions, the lure of the week was the pink wacky worm with spinner baits coming in second. We were able to evolve to some darker colors later in the week once visibility became better. Besides some rain on Monday, Mother Nature delivered some good weather.
thereof) were put to the test during the week. With the water conditions, the lure of the week was the pink wacky worm with spinner baits coming in second. We were able to evolve to some darker colors later in the week once visibility became better. Besides some rain on Monday, Mother Nature delivered some good weather.Doke won the biggest fish of the week (and the big bucks) with a largemouth bass coming in at 4 lbs, 14 ounces. While I was sweating it out until Thursday morning, I did manage to hit my quota (one fish) for the week. I would hate to go to the 
bass capital of the world and get skunked, eh? The crafty veterans with me, Al, Doke, Jerry, and John worked their magic and probably averaged 8-10 fish between them. When we weren’t fishing, we were playing poker and eating like kings back at the house. Whether it was Jerry’s steaks or John’s lasagna (kudos to Mrs. O for the lasagna), it was all good.
bass capital of the world and get skunked, eh? The crafty veterans with me, Al, Doke, Jerry, and John worked their magic and probably averaged 8-10 fish between them. When we weren’t fishing, we were playing poker and eating like kings back at the house. Whether it was Jerry’s steaks or John’s lasagna (kudos to Mrs. O for the lasagna), it was all good.Whether you caught one fish or 15, it was great to be out there and getting some giggles among friends.
Trail Head
