Join a club or a group and go somewhere so you can fish competitively on a regular basis. It'll make you a better angler. It will force you to fish different types of cover and structure with different lures and different techniques.
The fall bite is more predictable and more reliable than anything you'll see in the springtime — or any other time of the year for that matter. That tends to keep the fish in predictable places and in predictable feeding patterns.
Last week I mentioned the fact that I have trouble believing in my own decision-making power to truly believe. Nowhere is that more evident than in my fixation on weighing in five bass every day, and nowhere does it hurt me more.
At the Elite Series level this game is all mental. The thing that sets us apart is confidence; the ability to believe that what we're doing will put us on winning bass in the long run.
The Northern Open on the Detroit River was a disaster for me. I marked fish in practice, but when I went back during competition, I couldn't catch a thing.
I'm practicing for the Detroit River Open, or maybe I should say trying to practice. The wind's blowing like the devil and making the 32 miles of river seem like several hundred.
For the last few weeks I've been in between boats, and it's occurred to me that one of the most important decisions you can make is what boat you buy and where you buy it from.
I have a strict agreement with myself. If I don't go to work because I'm too sick, I don't go fishing. Last weekend I reached for a tackle box and went down like a rock.
I'm getting ready to go back on the road at the end of the week. At this level, fishing never stops. It's a 12-month activity regardless of what else is going on in your life.
I'm back in Columbus after three tournaments in three weeks. I got a check in two of them and should have had one in the third.