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Important news! Glen and Hy Peskin, a lost founding father of professional bass fishing whom we featured prominently in our book, have been nominated for the Bass Fishing Hall of Fame!

Check out their website: http://www.bassfishinghof.com/index.html.

We learned of his nomination from Ray Scott, who sent us his completed ballot. Thank you, Ray, for your support!  Getting Hall of Fame recognition for Glen was an important goal for the book.  So far, we’ve gotten him into Garry Mason’s Legends of the Outdoors Hall of Fame, and hopefully he’ll get into this second one.

Here’s a copy of Ray Scott’s official ballot:

Features Glen and Hy Peskin

Features Glen and Hy Peskin

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Searching bassmaster.com the other day, checking to see if Glen’s Bassography is still up on the website, I came across another article written by Bill Dance describing Glen as one of his important influences.  Check out the article here.

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Since I’ve lived here in Lead Hill, I’ve witnessed this itinerary of events Dad has so precariously subjected his body to:

– Rammed a large fish hook in his thumb all the way to the curve. Yanked it out himself with needle -nosed pliers. He screamed; I puked.

– Lodged a jerk bait with three treble hooks through his hat into his head while casting. That was some interesting field surgery with a rusty pocket knife and no antiseptic.

– Watched him drive a riding lawn mower after it fell from a ramp… perpendicularly.

– Assisted in breaking his foot by using an unsecured log splitter. He said, “it’ll be fine.”

– Watched Mom pull a one-inch log out of his eye with a pair of needle-nosed pliers after I had just told him to use eye protection while using the table saw. He screamed. I passed out.

And now he has 10 staples in the crown of his head because he can’t hear anyone say, “Timber!”

Just when I thought Mom would be his demise, the plot’s thickened…

Check out more of his shenanigans on Youtube:

And stay tuned for future book signings.

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According to Terry Battisti, “The book is filled with the history of the sport at a time when there was no history. It’s a must read for those who are ardent historians of the sport and a “you need to read” if you’re a bass fisherman.” Check out the entire article here.

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Tournament on Bull Shoals Lake, Glen’s old and current haunt, this weekend. The winner, who camped in the back of his truck every night, caught his fish just down the lake from Glen’s and Shane’s houses.

Check out photos of Glen with Kevin VanDam on the Bassmaster website: http://www.bassmaster.com/slideshow/behind-scenes-day-three-3

And more photos featuring Glen, Rick Clunn, and Kevin VanDam:

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Since all our friends and blog members have busy lives of their own, we want to not clog their in-boxes with too many entries of simple entertainment. We want to keep our focus clear with our goal of gaining Glen Andrews the recognition he deserves for being a paramount figure in the world of competitive bass angling. The continually burgeoning story of the man the experts claim is the “Best Bass Fisherman Ever” has taken yet more turns to forge Glen’s rightful place in history. And, here they are:

First, the bad news… At least for the present, the Missouri Sports Hall of Fame in Springfield, MO has no interest in passing an induction for Glen. According to their guidelines, Glen has all the qualifications for induction but the list of potential inductees must be long and distinguished, for he was overlooked this year. Not a major problem because Dad has already been inducted into the Legends of the Outdoors National Hall of Fame in Springville, TN in August of 2010.

We want to thank Don Berry of Jock Radio’s, Don Berry’s Fish and Radio Show for his efforts in nominating Glen. Don’s show is stationed out of Springfield, MO and he has had Dad and I on it a couple of times.

Now, the big news: We’ve found it odd that our greatest advocates are not necessarily on a local level. While our home town of Lead Hill, AR, a town of only 250 people, hailed Glen as a local hero at our 2009 Arvest Bank book signing with a banner turnout, other local or statewide newspapers and publications have paled in their interests in our story.

But we can’t complain because on shelves now, in the current issue of In-Fisherman magazine (March/April) on page 16 is a very generous review of our book, An Impossible Cast. In-Fisherman is one of the most revered monthly fishing publications in this country, printing millions of copies a year. Now that’s a big deal. Thank you Steve Quinn and Ned Kehde for the help, it is most appreciated.

That’s not all; John Neporadney, a senior writer for B.A.S.S Times magazine, has written and published an incredible interview article in their current issue (March) on page 18. John not only interviewed Dad and me, but he also interviewed Bill Dance of TV fame and Jerry McKinnis, co-owner of B.A.S.S. (Bass Anglers Sportsman Society) both of whom were mentored by Glen in the early years.

Jerry McKinnis, again, cited Glen Andrews as “…the best bass fisherman there ever was.” Jerry knows this because he has fished with all the great bass fisherman, including former 4-time world champ, Rick Clunn and current 4-time world champ, Kevin VanDam.

See if you can find copies of these magazines for two exceptional reads and don’t forget: copies of An Impossible Cast, The Glen Andrews story and the Birth of Professional Fishing are available on line at http://www.whitefishpress.com, http://www.amazon.com or by calling 479-239-4568.

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Last year, seems like it was late summer, I dropped by the Branson Tourist Center complex in Branson, MO, just off Highway 65 to take a quick restroom break. Being unfamiliar with the place, I was unsure the direction to steer myself when I noticed what looked like an opening behind the clerk’s counter area that could be what I needed (emphasis on the word “needed”). I proceeded around the counter and found myself standing in what looked more like a lobby than a restroom foyer. I began staring austerely around at the many magazine covers on the walls with headlines and pictures of fisherman touting big bass.

There was a quaint and smiling gentleman sitting at a coffee table strewn with cups and papers. Observing my confusion, he politely asked me how I was doing and if he could of help.

I asked, “What is this place?” just before I saw the banner on the wall that read “Central Pro-Am Tournaments.” After he recited the name for me, I asked who was in charge, and he replied, “Jim Thompson,” and pointed to an open door on his left. A friendly voice came from the doorway that proclaimed, “Come on in!” just like he was expecting me.

I slowly strolled through the door and into a small office to find a smiling, tanned and slim gentleman, just slightly older than myself coming out of his chair to shake my hand.

“Jim Thompson, how ya doin’?”

“Fine, thanks. Shane Andrews. What, again, exactly is this place?”

“We’re the headquarters for Central Pro-Am Bass Tournaments and I’m the president.”

To which I replied, “Reeeaaaally.”

(Enter Soapbox Shane)

Having put bodily functions on hold, I began my spiel.

Jim listened intently for at least twenty minutes, and was fascinated how he had never heard of my dad, the first two-time world champ basser. He was uncertain of my story, as anyone should be, since the book hadn’t been published yet. He politely asked if I would be interested in doing some different types of promoting together and of course I was interested.

Time passed. After we got published, I sent Jim a book, and he loved it. We stayed in touch, and he asked me if I would bring dad to one of his tournaments to meet him and maybe speak. We came to the weigh-in at a tournament on Table Rock Lake in Kimberling City out back of Ahoy’s Restaurant where we spoke to a small crowd on August 22nd, 2010, and sold a few books. We had a really good time and met some really nice anglers and others within Jim’s fine organization.

Jim later asked if we would be interested in speaking at the Midwest Outdoors Expo at the Hilton Convention Center in Branson. What a vote of confidence he had for us. We were honored.

We did go to the event on October 9th and had a great time. More importantly, Jim introduced me to a couple of VIP’s he had as guest speakers and visitors to the Expo.

One was Jerry Martin of Bass Pro Shop’s Redhead Pro Hunting Team. He is famous as an outdoor hunting guru and is Co-host of Bass Pro Shop’s 100% Real Hunting show on the Versus Network and Co-host of Bass Pro Shop’s King of Bucks on the Outdoor Channel. He is also an Outdoor Hall of Fame Inductee like dad.

He gave us a good chunk of his time and, like Jim, couldn’t believe he had never heard of dad. I believe he was very impressed with our work, and he bought a book. He told me that he and Johnny Morris, owner of Bass Pro Shops, were quite tight and offered to give Johnny a copy of AIC.

Now that’s a big deal…

We also met and charmed John Neporadny, a senior writer for Bassmaster and Bass Times Magazines. He took a book home with him citing he would put the one down he’d been working on and read ours. We hope to have an article about us in one of those two periodicals. Let’s keep praying that “Everything Happens for a Reason” (reference December 3rd, 2009 blog entry).

Dad and I want to thank Jim, Mike West, Kris and Ryan for a great time and opportunity on Saturday at the Expo. We were moved at their helpfulness and courtesy.

Oh, and by the way, Jim, where the heck is that restroom anyway!

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Hello Everyone,

Just an update. The name Glen Andrews will now and forever be enshrined in the Legends of the Outdoors National Hall of Fame in Springville, TN. The ceremony took place on August the 14th in Nashville at the Renaissance Hotel under the direction of Garry Mason the Hall founder and director.

Hall of Fame Inductees: Glen is second from the left about Garry Mason. Judy Wong is in the gold.

It was an eventful day filled with lots of music, speeches and good food. Many famous personalities were inducted and introducing inductees. Some of the fishing legends included Hank Parker (two-time bassmaster champion), Judy Wong (one of two other anglers who has successful defended her title the following year), Gary Yamamoto (a famous lure manufacturer) and Ray Scott, who flew in just to introduce Dad.

I was surprised and honored to be presented with the annual “Legacy Award” for my efforts to keep Dad’s legacy alive through our book An Impossible Cast. The award is bestowed to only one person a year and is a great national honor. It is official, I am now an Award-Winning Author.

Dad has also been included in The Arkansas Encyclopedia of Culture and History organized by the Central Arkansas Library system.  We wrote the article, so check out the link above if you have a minute.

Ray Scott introducing Glen

Our next targets are the Missouri Sports Hall of Fame, Freshwater Fishing Hall of Fame, Pro-Fishing Hall of Fame, IGFA Hall of Fame and Arkansas Outdoor Hall of Fame.

We also have interest from another national magazine and a TV show on RFD TV.

Stay Tuned for more about this amazing ride to the NY Times best seller list! LOL



www.legendsoftheoutdoors.com — This is Dad’s HoF write up.

The authors, Jeremy Miller and D. Shane Andrews

Call anytime for autographed copies and don’t forget, EVERYONE has a friend who has a birthday, or in need of a present.


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As spring has finally chased off winter, the lake water is finally heating up in the fishing world and the publishing world as well.  After a winter of great publicity through ESPN (twice–see Glen’s Bassography and Jerry McKinnis’s article), Tulsa World, BassFan.com, NPR, and the Shiloh Museum we’re looking to make the rounds in the Ozarks for book signings.  Shane and Glen love entertaining, so it sure to be an enjoyable time for young and old.  We’ve also uploaded some new videos featuring Glen’s storytelling to our Facebook page that were previously only available on YouTube, so check them out too.  In order to bring in the new season, we’ve pulled a new story and a few pictures out of the archives that should put you all right in the boat with Glen to experience the World Champion for yourselves.  Of course you can find many more stories in the book– An Impossible Cast–which you can buy at the Whitefish Press.  We hope you all enjoy!

Some time ago, Glen, Shane, and I put the boat in down at Tucker Hollow on Bull Shoals.  Around 7:30 that morning, Glen came knocking with coffee, chattering excitedly about the day.  Rain had bloated the lake and muddied the water—good conditions for catching bass he said.  Our destination was Bear Creek near Glen’s parents’ old farm.  He’d fished it constantly growing up before it was inundated, but he hadn’t returned in years.  His only concern was the forecasted 5 to 17 mile-per-hour north wind, which he was certain would kill our chances because he’d rarely caught bass with a north wind.

That morning’s trip was sparked by one week earlier when Wayne, an old friend from Rogers, Arkansas, drove across the state with a nice boat and bassin’ fever.  The day he arrived Glen and Shane took him out on the lake.  Shane caught his largest bass ever, a 5.5 pound Largemouth, and Glen wasn’t too embarrassed with a 4 pounder.  They were both embarrassed though that Wayne got skunked.  The next day, Wayne joined the fun as they found a hungry school of Kentuckies near the West Sugarloaf Creek Bridge.  When they called me to come down, Glen had promised that the Kentuckies would still be schoolin’.  His mission was to put me into a mess of them and watch them tear my snuff-box reel to shreds.

Once on the lake, Glen thought we could find lunkers bunched up around the old, submerged Lowry Bridge.  He was confident he could locate the bridge despite our lack of electronics because as a child he’d spent summer Sundays just up the creek near the Lowry grist mill and mill pond.  After church, families would walk down the hill and picnic at the pond.  Children pruned their skin soaking in the water and diving from boulders.  Glen’s memory was accurate.  We found the bridge and Shane caught a 3 pound Largemouth on a crank bait.  Apparently, though, that fish was a loner because we spent most of our time clearing lake trash from the bottom with our spoons.

We weren’t in a hurry though, so the boat drifted with the north wind along a wooded bluff that extended 50 feet into the water from the shore.  Glen decided that he would try for some white bass using one of his homemade spinner baits, which he put on his spinning reel with 6 pound test line.  After fumbling with them for five minutes, he threw them to the bottom of the boat in disgust.  The wind was making his eyes water so that he couldn’t see the line.  Shane put on his glasses and eventually tied the lure on.

“Alright, Jeremy.  You ready to see a big bass.  My squirrel-hair spinner’s gonna tear ‘em up!  Bass love squirrel!”  Glen started to cast and retrieve the homemade lure modeled after Dave Hawk’s Gold Bug.  “Hey Jeremy, did I ever tell you about that time Glen Cossey and I were fishin’ on Greers Ferry Lake back when it was almost new?  Well, we were fishin’ near the bank when we saw a squirrel goin’ after a walnut in a crook on a low hanging branch.  Just as the squirrel reached the walnut, a giant black bass shot out of the water and swallowed that squirrel.  While we were still settin’ there with our jaws between our legs lookin’ at each other, we turned back to the branch, and you know what we saw?  We saw that black bass put the walnut back up in the crook of that branch!”

Throughout Glen’s story, his lure was proving him a liar until the north wind pushed us to the mouth of a creek clogged with washed out branches and trees.  “Uh, oh!” Glen warned.  “I got one.  Aww, but he’s just small one.  Ohhh . . . wait a minute!  Wait a minute, he’s growing!  He’s grown up!  Oh my gosh, it’s big ‘un!  Boy he’s really fightin’ now.  How am I gonna get him in the boat with this little 6 pound line?”  Glen guided the Largemouth to the front of the boat.  He reached down trying to manage both the rod and the bass, “Oh my gosh, I’ve got him!  He’s nearly 5 pounds!”  He threw the monster in bottom of the boat.  “Ha!  My squirrel-hair worked!”  He looked at his contraption proudly.  But that would be the last of the squirrel hair.  As we headed back down the creek, he’d caught some trash on his spinner bait, jerked the rod to remove the trash, and watched as the squirrel-hair arm of the lure broke off and disappeared into the murky water!  Glen blamed the north wind.

Glen's Goldbug sans squirrel hair

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