Written By - Dan Kimmel - 05/14/2007
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Advice seems to be endless when it comes to subjects on fishing. We are continually bombarded with articles on topics ranging from 'how to slow-roll spinnerbaits' to 'how to find bass and make 'em bite.' All these how-to's, as I call them are fine, but sometimes I wonder if it wouldn't be much simpler with some subjects to just write how-not-to.

One such subject I've always felt would be better served by a how-not-to is team tournaments. I think two intelligent bassers can successfully fish tournaments as a team if they are just informed simply, and briefly, what not to do. Now, I'm not talking about the obvious partner no-nos here. Everyone knows you don't ever step on your partner's $150 custom cranking stick, flattening two $15 gold-plated silicon-carbine guides in the process. And you never throw any lure that has any chance of being "the only lure bass would hit that day" if you only have one. And you never, ever bring only one Spam and pickle sandwich or one Twinkie for lunch. These are what we in fishing call 'understood.'

No, I'm talking about the more subtle nuances of successful team tournament fishing, those little no-nos that can mount up and break a good team effort. Let me tell you a story from personal experience that better illustrates my meaning.

It was the morning of my first big team tournament with my new friend, 'Bill.  Now, in earlier small team tournaments, I had found that 'Bill' had a few shortcomings, but I had decided that just because he never caught any bass was no reason to not fish with him. But nothing, not even his better than average talent for squirrel fishing (which he raised to new heights), had prepared me for the nightmare that was about to unfold. It didn't take long!

I dumped the boat with my partner in it and had just finished parking my fishin' truck when I noticed a commotion back at the ramp. The nearest competitor informed me that some guy was drifting down-river because he couldn't figure out how to work his trolling motor. Squinting in the pre-tournament darkness, I made out the unmistakable sleek lines of my custom (homemade) bass rig as it went floating by. Bill was frantically working the foot pedal of my ancient, but trustworthy trolling motor in an obviously futile attempt to reach shore.

"Bill," I hollered, "Whatsa matter!"

"The electric motor won't turn when I move the foot pedal. I tried to turn it left towards shore, but it went so far and then it stuck." "So," he continued, "I pushed on the pedal real hard until it broke, er, popped loose…now it won't turn!"

"#!!#$&#," I said.

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After much maneuvering, I coached him to shore and attempted a quick fix for my crippled motor. A little ingenuity and a safety pin had us back in business just in time for the big blast-off. My spirits were definitely lifted as my dependable 20-horse had us easing into my first area minutes later. I had us just about positioned in the quick current for the proper casting angle when, with a loud PING!, the safety pin sailed from its resting place. The electric motor turned wildly and sent us spinning downstream.

"#!&@!$#," I said.

Hurriedly, I twisted another pin into the needed position, a little tighter this time so's not to scare any more ducks. We were back in action. I tried to calm down and get back to the business at hand. It was early yet, and things couldn't get any worse. Besides, I had on my new black satin official good-luck tournament-fishing Tackle Shop team jacket.

WHAP! "What was that!?!"

"Don't move," Bill says! "Luckily I was just using a Rapala, so I'll have those hooks out of your jacket in no time.

"Okay