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Floyd Preas came to work with me at Anglers & Hunters Marine some time in 1985. One day he came back from a guide trip to Saguaro Lake and he was taking the fish out for his clients. I watched them unload 11 yellow bass that Floyd told me they caught on Panther-Martins. The next day as I walked by Floyd's desk he was telling somebody on the phone that yesterday they had caught 11 largemouth up to 2 1/2 pounds on 4 inch purple firetail worms. When he got off the phone I asked Floyd "what the heck were you telling those guys?" Floyd grinned and replied "Art, you have to tell them what they want to hear, Their going to Saguaro tomorrow for bass and if I told them all we caught yesterday was stripies they would't go!" The next afternoon those guys pulled in to A & H and had 8 nice bass that they caught on 4 inch purple firetail worms. Floyd looked at me, gave me a grin and a big wink. Point well taken. I can't do that but Floyd was Floyd and I loved the man. I really miss him and his "terrible" jokes........Art
 

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Great story Art , you know now Floyd was right on the mark w/ that fishing report , Floyd loved to fish with small stuff yellow jacket and panthers , and Mepps.. Floyd was one in a million..
 

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Great story Art, Floyd was a class act, Floyd and Bob Hirsh were out of the same quality mold, you could see him on the lake or talk to him at a fishing show and he would spend forever telling you what you asked about especially small mouths and apache lake. Art what was the lure he invented (was better than the panther martin)--think it was the yellow jacket?? dang that lure worked great for smallies at roosevelt and apache especially in the spring.
 

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I saw Floyd in his old Skeeter at the Apache main ramp one day around 1989 or 90. I was in my Coleman Crawdad!:eek: I told him what an awesome boat he had and that one day I wanted to get a nice bass boat. He lifted me up by telling me it's not the boat that puts fish in it. "Your boat is just as good as this to catch fish." He seemed like a great guy. He even gave me a couple of his yellowjackets that went on to become my favorite lure for a long time.
He and his partner told me that while they were out that day they witnessed a mountain lion messing with a bear on a steep grade up in the river.
 

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Floyd was truly one-of-a-kind! Between the early years at Pleasant chasing white bass, to his famous smallmouth at Apache, I could listen to Floyd for hours (and I did). Floyd could catch fish when no one could- he is an Arizona legend.
 

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Art-I re-posted the Floyd Barbecue Chicken story over here.

Here's a Floyd Preas story for you:

At a Chandler Bass meeting, sometime around 1980, word was Floyd was going to share some wisdom with us, when he collected yet another first place trophy, that night. He had been wearing us out for nearly two years, at this point.

All anybody every really knew for sure was what was the undeniable, and that was what you would see when you walked by to take a peak over in his boat. All spinning rods, 6 lb line, Bagley's crankbaits, and 4" curl tail Dreamer worms on an open hook jighead, 1/8 oz. Panther Martins came a little later.

So, he WOULD speak of these baits, briefly and vaguely, when collecting his hardware. You see, there was an obligation to share a little about what you caught your fish on, if you placed high enough to get a trophy.

It was all about the trophies. That's right, no money. Trophies. Big, plastic ones that looked like metal and marble from 10 feet away.

Anyway, Floyd let it be known that there would be meaningful information disclosed at the meeting tonight. As he went up to the podium when first place was announced, the whole club braced for the knowledge about to come forth. We were all literally leaning inward, to hear the gospel:

Floyd says:

"Boys, let me tell you somethin'. Don't never eat no Barbecue Chicken when yer out there fishin' a tournament, on a good bite". "We were into 'em heavy, nonstop, so we just ate supper and never quit fishin'. As soon as we got through eatin', the bite completely died for us, and we never caught another fish all night".

A collective gasp came over the room, as we all realized he was DEAD serious. Then, the room erupted in brief, hysterical laughter. Then, we all realized HE WAS PISSED! I mean, red in the face, pissed. A bunch of ungrateful bastards, we were.

Floyd returned to his seat, as the room quickly returned right back to a respectful demeanor.

It seems his lips became increasingly tighter at the meetings after this incident.

However, the on-the-water beat downs from the old gentleman continued at a furious pace.
 

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Great story Art.. I remeber going to Nevitt's East Valley Marine in the 80's on Gilbert and Warner listening to Floyd, John Murray, Butch Vasco, Gregg Warne, and the other Skeeter guys doing seminars. I used to record them. Floyd taught me how to split shot and I have caught 1000's of fish thanks to him. Good ol weenies..
 

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I almost forgot about his 90 mph hyda sport... At least that's what he told me it ran back then, and I believed it. He was a story teller for sure.
 

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Here's a few more memories.....
I drew Floyd during a Western Bass tournament on Havasu and of course the wind that day was 20+ MPH. Floyd allows that we will be throwing crankbaits. If you have never thrown a Balsa B in that kind of wind you just can't appreciate the talent that I saw Floyd display that day. He hit the base of every salt cedar with uncanny accuracy that day not just a few casts but EVERY cast for hours. I was and am still amazed at what I witnessed that day.
Then the time that we left the ramp at Havasu together headed for the motel and Floyd shows up an hour later. He says you won't believe what happened to me. He stopped at the only stop light in Havasu at that time and when he got a green light he gunned it across the intersection leaving his brand new Hydro Sports in the middle of the intersection. He had forgotten to tie it down at the ramp and off the trailer it came. He said Havasu's finest weren't too happy.
And then there's the time he almost drowned in the river below Mojave. He was by himself down below Casino Row drifting with the current fishing for strippers when his trolling motor shaft hit an underwater log and tossed Floyd out of the boat. Floyd never got in a bassboat without his cowboy hat and boots on and the boots of course filled with water. He was just able to grab the transom as his boat came by or he would not have made it.
Floyd was one of a kind and will not be forgotten.........
 

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Floyd Preas Was a very old friend, and a employee of mine, from the time I started Arizona Bass Club in 1973, Loyal, Crazy, and a very good stick. Story teller class A. I will always remember Floyd and Peggy, with fond memories. Rest in pease Old friend Fred Ward
 

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boy, this story brought out some of the big guns! John Murray, I've got a couple of stories about you in the future. We could tell Floyd stories for hours and never tell the same one twice. Tapupa, I've seen Floyd fishing in his stocking feet with his cowboy boots setting off to the side many times. Now (Mohave story) I know why. EVERY TIME we catch a smallie I immediately think about Floyd.........Art
 

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Always known Floyd to fish sock-footed, always figured it was a heat/comfort related thing. Never heard him share the Havasu close call, which makes sense. Must of put the fear of God in him. He knew some things about some karma, too. I could understand him not sharing that story much. Gotta a little bit of that pride in there, too.

Fred Ward checked in. Wow, that's great. Perhaps the Father of organized, competitive, Arizona Bass Fishing. Always ahead of his time, really. The man would drive a bass boat through a brick wall to get to the fish. That was the word on Fred, back in the day. I remember his winning a tournament at Havasu or Mohave by fishing 2 gitzit's, tied on the same line, one on the end of the line, one a coupla 2-3 feet up(?). That would be a little like "drop-shotting", no? In the 1980's.

I fished a Fred Ward sponsored invitational back in '82 at San Carlos. He brought Tom Mann in to help manage the show. Fast Freddie was in a huge mustard yellow Ranger (NO sparkle) with that two foot elevated front deck, plus a 300 Merc hangin' off the ass end of that thing. Fred and Tom weren't just sitting on the bank during that tournament, either. They went right up and checked in with every single boat at least once. San Carlos was just coming to the end of a real weird cycle that had several year-class fish missing. Fishing was tough in the early 80's there. Few bites often for a whole day, each one would be a four pound football.

I managed first or second big fish for the day with a 6 1/2 pounder. Got to shake hands with Tom Mann, up at the scales. I won a Hummingbird Super Sixty II with that fish. He was a truly genuine gentleman. No way to fake the kind of gracefulness that he naturally possessed.

We gotta get some Danny Westfall stories going on here, too, Art. He's a great guy who was very patient in helping a ton of us young knuckleheads.
 

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This is for John Murray,I was a little young to remember the details of when Danny qualified for the Classic at Elephant Rock with the Arizona team which included yourself but if I'm not mistaken the westy worm was the lure of choice.Do you remember the other guys on the team and some details of the victory?I would ask Danny but he's on his way to Obregon as we speak,thanks alot Kevin
 

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Kevin, The year Danny made the Classic was around '82, I was captain of the state team and a high school senior. I led the event going into last day and thought I was going to the Classic. About 11am, I saw Westy and he had 3 bass, as did I. We were both using 4" purple lightheads. In the last 3 hours, he finished out his 7 bass limit, and I didn't, sending Danny to the Classic. We both left there and drove straight to San Carlos to fish the Fred Ward tournament that Micheal was talking about. Danny paired up with Art Price and smoked the field on red westy's, and Larry Mantle and I fished our first team together and finished 10th. Talk about hot, Danny was the king of Az fishing for a long time after those finishes!
 

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John,

One of my earliest memories of competitive fishing in the same tournament as you was in what I think was a Westy's Tournament, and one of your first on San Carlos. It was a summertime night tournament, early 80's. My partner and I fished T-Rigged worms all night on top of points, shallow, in 5-12 feet of water, like a couple of knuckleheads.

I'll never forget coming over the hill at New Government to weigh our limit of two-pounder's, which we had in a net. You were sitting in your boat, making the decision on your last fish to fill your limit, with two 4+ bass hanging on a balance beam. I remember you laughing and saying to yourself, "I've never caught a limit like this at Roosevelt".

My partner (whom wishes to remain anonymous), rips the net out of my hands, and dumps our 10 keepers, back in the lake. Needless to say, we beat you back to town that day.

You where on a Westy bite, vertical, heavy heads, and on the same point all night. 35 feet deep. Pretty sure you weighed close to 45 lbs. 6" black with a yellow stripe? I'm thinking you said you burned two rolls of graph paper that night?

It was a brutal beat-down, and an eye opener. Thanks for that, its a great memory.

I feel your pain about barely missing out on qualifying for the Classic through the (amateur) Federation ranks, by loosing to a close friend. Everything happens for a reason, though.

My partner did a great job with a very respectable finish at the big show, and made the most of his opportunity.

I will always be proud of him. He deserved it. He introduced me to the sport, and taught me allot.

Take care, John. Hope to see you out there again, soon.

Michael
 

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Michael, I do remember that night very well, we had 10 for 42.8, and the scale only went to 40lbs! Best story about that night was that we couldn't get on the point we wanted to, cause someone was already there. We fished close by, and about 10pm, the guys on the point ,trolling motored out to the middle of the lake. We immmediately moved over and started catching big ones, up to 6lbs. An hour later those same guys came back, and we asked em why they left. They told us a rattlesnake had curled around one of their feet, and they kicked it overboard in the dark, but it started to chase the boat. It chased em to the middle of the lake! When they came back, they said it was still swimming around out there, so we fished the rest of the night a little wary, but those 4lbers kept us busy all night!
John
 

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Worked with Floyd and Carol at Desert boats in the 80s while in high school. He taught me how to fish with plastic worms (boy did he love those westy style heads with 4" purple firetail, took me about 5yrs before I would throw any other color worm!). We used to meet at their trailer at Apache lake to fish for smallies with panther martins! Floyd used to get so pissed that they would spin and mess up your line, so he started bending the shaft to make a "keel" to allow it to run right. Then he bitched about there cost, so he started making the Yellow Jackets! great for smallies and yellows, flat out killed them at Apache and the Black back in the day!

I remember a new years at Apache, cold as hell and was fishing with Floyd blasting down the lake toward the damn, had a skimask on and all bundled up! Floyd brought the Hydrasport to an abrupt stop from full speed and started yelling at me to get up! I stood and he whipped open the rod locker, pulled out a shotgun and screamed DUCK, I didn't know if I should start swimming or what, he yelled DUCK again and pushed me to the floor and BOOM! he fired up the big motor, took the net and scooped up the DUCK he shot! we put it in the back and started catching smallies! my dad motored up awhile later and asked how we were doing and I whispered that we had shot a keeper and winked ;)

fun fun times...
 

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Floyd Preas came to work with me at Anglers & Hunters Marine some time in 1985. One day he came back from a guide trip to Saguaro Lake and he was taking the fish out for his clients. I watched them unload 11 yellow bass that Floyd told me they caught on Panther-Martins. The next day as I walked by Floyd's desk he was telling somebody on the phone that yesterday they had caught 11 largemouth up to 2 1/2 pounds on 4 inch purple firetail worms. When he got off the phone I asked Floyd "what the heck were you telling those guys?" Floyd grinned and replied "Art, you have to tell them what they want to hear, Their going to Saguaro tomorrow for bass and if I told them all we caught yesterday was stripies they would't go!" The next afternoon those guys pulled in to A & H and had 8 nice bass that they caught on 4 inch purple firetail worms. Floyd looked at me, gave me a grin and a big wink. Point well taken. I can't do that but Floyd was Floyd and I loved the man. I really miss him and his "terrible" jokes........Art
Ole floyd was good friends with my grandfather, Don Apple. I recall many trips with the OG group when I was merely 11 years old. I remember Anglers & Hunters Marine in Mesa. Used to run around the aisles looking at all the goodies! in 1985, Floyd was filming B roll at Canyon lake. My grandfather and I was there and on that day, it was a tough bite. We had 3 in the livewell. I recognized Floyds boat, so my grandfather and I rolled over to see how ole Floyd was doing. He was unhappy as he hadn't caught any for his show.
He ended up borrowing one of our fish, hooked it to his lure and let her swim away......when the camera man was ready, started his intro when he " claimed" he just had a good bite and reeled it in for the camera. When they broke for commercial, he handed the fish back! LOL!!
I'll never forget the OG boys from those days..............They were the " real " deal as anglers!
 
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