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RAY
SCOTT OUTDOORS Taps For A Good Soldier He was a
leader. The product of the U.S. Marines. Short, stocky, barking out orders like a drill
sergeant on the parade grounds. His
recruits were not in olive green or camo. They
looked like a mixed breed. Jackets blazoned
with bass club patches, their allegiance to boat companies or lure manufacturers. But, they
moved like a well-drilled unit. The
volunteers at the Bassmaster Top 100 Pro-Am tournament.
The Bass Anglers Sportsman Society (B.A.S.S.) had crossed the Mason-Dixon
line to bivouac below Washington D.C. on the Potomac River in Charles County Maryland. September 20th, 1989 the date. Decked out
in a Maryland BASS Federation cap, Nelson (Butch) Ward marched down the dock at the
tournament check out, all the time continuing to rattle off orders to the rank and file
club members. Mr.
Scott, were glad you Southern boys finally decided to come up here to the Northeast. Ive got to apologize that we dont know
much about grits and cornpone, but weve got some of the best crabs youll put
in your mouth at Captain Billys and youre looking at one of the best bass
fisheries in the country. Butch Ward, I soon learned
wasnt the sergeant-at-arms for the tidewater Federation, but the Commander-in-Chief. He operated with the precision of General Ike at
the start of D-Day in Europe. Few
tournaments, in the long, proud history of the Bassmaster Tournament Trail, ran any
smoother. He seemed to be everywhere and
anywhere. General Butch Ward loomed large and
definitely in charge. Thats how I remember him. Bigger than life.
Seemingly in control of the situation and always eager to fill one more
request, tackle another challenge or offer his advice on how-to fish the Potomac River. The Bassmaster Tournament Trail
returned frequently to the Maryland shores. For
most of the trips Id served as weighmaster. But,
since leaving B.A.S.S. in Mr. Scott, youve just got
to let me take you fishing. Everyone talks
about the largemouth fishing in the river, but that doesnt compare with the
smallmouth on the upper Potomac, opined Butch Ward.
(For the record, Butchs best 10-fish string of smallmouths weighed
over 43 pounds.) DNR biologist, Ed Ennamaite,
and a good friend to Butch, whispered to me at the funeral:
Ill need the names and telephone numbers of the five people you
intend to replace him with. |