A LOOK BACK AT THE BRONZEBACKS AND ANGLERS THAT MADE THIS LAKE LEGENDARY By Tim Tipton Straddling the border of Kentucky and Tennessee near the Cumberland Plateau, lies a body of water known for producing renowned smallmouth and legendary anglers. Dale Hollow Lake was created in 1943 when the U.S. Army Corps of Engineers built a dam on the Obey River in Celina, TN. The Obey, which empties into the Cumberland, and its largest tributary the Wolf River, were both quality smallmouth rivers before the impoundment. After the reservoir started to fill, the habitat and the quality genetics created a perfect storm. A storm that would catapult the lake into the record books. The reservoir has not only produced the world record smallmouth, but it also has numbers two and three on the list. In fact, the lake is home to 10 of the 25 largest bronzebacks on record. THE WORLD RECORD David L. Hayes is a quiet, unassuming man who loved to fish and was not interested in fame. The Leitchfield, KY ...
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