Here's what started it all.
The first night I met my future father-in-law, in 1990, he was wearing a polo shirt with "Ethel" and a bass embroidered on the left shoulder. I soon got one as they were being sold by TPWD. I later drove up to Lake of the Ozarks, where my in-laws had a lake house, stopped at BassPro in Springfield MO, and saw the real Ethel swimming in the tank there. She'd gotten bigger since Mark Stevenson had caught her. Humongous fish!