TWMT Jergen's Journal

[Scott McKee]

Good morning Mr. and Mrs. Musky North America from border to border and coast to coast and to all the ships at sea. Let's go to press!

Dateline 4, November, two-thousand and eighteen.

FLASH, deep inside the Wilczewski Compound, Niagara County.  Imagined by Hudson and signed into law by LBJ, daylight saving time is upon this great nation giving our TWMT entrants an extra hour of shut-eye. As our telephones prepared to turn themselves back from  2 to 1am, highly placed opperatives within Team Wilczewski HQ have informed this reporter that JoJo is using his newly found 60 minutes to pack more lures in preparation for today's tournament. These sources claim Joe is emassing an Armada of plastic and wood fish foolers rivaling that of the number of heroic men that landed on the Omaha, Juneau, Sword, Gold and Utah beachheads some seventy-three years and change ago.

This reporter would like you to ponder these questions in the wee hours leading up to the Wittek:

- Will JoJo hurt himself as he loads his endless tackle trove on to Tony's seventeen foot vessel?

- Will Joe's copious lure cache render Tony's boat incapable of even the most rudimentary trolling runs?

- Will Tony err on the side of caution and simply leave Joe at the dock shamefully surrounded by his ever expanding hoard of musky offerings?

- Does Federal Express deliver to the triangle?

- Will the team's precious after-tournament chili reserves be compromised, decreased or even eliminated should Joe try to pack a few more DK's into every nook and cranny of his fleet of Claudette's vans prior to departure?

All of these questions and many more will be answered starting in only five short hours. And that ladies and gentlemen concludes another edition of the Jergen's Journal, until 7am, and with lotions of love, I remain your Niagara correspondent, Walter Iggchell, who reminds you of the wonder of the two pull-point famous Believer.  Deep or shallow, high or low, straight or jointed, you can't beat the action of this rattling, water throwing, fish enticing wonder bait when the waters of the river turn to mud.

[Scott McKee]

Hey Frank, those are rod shadows. So, to answer your question, about one hour.