lick-snapping mustache-lickin' lip-flippin' doo dog dippin'

I never heard so many lick-snapping mustache-lickin' lip-flippin' doo dog dippin' before in my life. I added bladder tanks, I'm gonna beat you this year, We're goin' deep, We're going farther than you, These are the lippy-dipp-doo comments I heard before the Tournament. There's only one thing all the lippies forgot - That it takes many many years of experience doing deep water drops just to get the bait to the fish, not including getting the fish to bite, and then the fish to the boat. Two years in a row, prehistoric mammoths come to the scale. Including 25lb+ Red Snappers to take the trophy, the money, and the glory. Starting our trip out, in 500ft+ of water, the bite was slow to go but the fish were huge as you can see. Most of our fish came from the 100 fathom curve. On radar, I saw multiple boats bill-fishing within 15 miles of me. Not quite to the steps just up inside in the flat mesa. Most of these people don't know about these places, they only fish the brakes. But a lot of the bottom fish come just inside the drop to get away from the current and onto the feeding grounds. Our biggest fish was caught on chub-mackeral and sardines. Live baits work okay out here, but not as well as the big stinker! All in all the weather was great, the bite was slow but sure, and it took patience, experience, and refined technique to pull these mammoths from their slumber. All I can say is good luck to you all, and I shoulda gave that DeSoto blanket to Travis and his team to cry on on their way back home. I have to give them a little shizzit, guys, it's my old fishing team. Like they say, "Out with the old, in with the new."