It was a humid Tennessee morning in early June. Fog filled the air while a thin film covered the murky-green water of J. Percy Priest Lake. As the clock struck seven, a silver Ford sedan followed by an F150 rolled into the parking lot of the Fate Sanders boat ramp in Smyrna. As the pickup circled toward the ramp, a 6-foot-3-inch man wearing a bright blue three-quarter sleeve Columbia shirt approached the boat. After throwing the truck into park, a smaller gentlemen with a smile as wide as the mouth of where the marina opened into the lake, hopped out and greeted "Big Rob.
Gone fishing with two Blue Raiders
