Back in about 1995, during a weekend tournament on Alabama’s Lay Lake, I left the takeoff site and went straight to a little grassy bank where I was sure I could catch a couple of decent largemouth on a topwater lure.
I figured the only thing I needed was to have the place to myself, and I might get my kicker fish before the sun was all the way up.
With a low boat number, I got to the spot first. But before I could make three casts, two more boats showed up and waited patiently for me to run the bank.