2014 Bassmaster Elite at Lake Dardanelle Lake Dardanelle - Russellville, AR, May 15 - 18, 2014

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“I was the first woman to ever win a B.A.S.S Nation tournament in New Mexico. My B.A.S.S. club voted me, Woman of the Year.”

And then there’s this other first tied to B.A.S.S. Tournament Assistant, Lisa Talmadge: “I was also the first woman to do the job of weighing in fish on the big stage. Last year when Trip got sick, I filled in for him weighing in the anglers’ bags when they came up on stage.”

Normally, Lisa is the one in the Dually pulling the big stage that she stood on, “I have a CDL license,” but that’s not all.

“I drove an 18-wheeler truck for about a year with my husband; I would drive during the day, and he would drive at night. I’ve been in every state in the continental U.S. and have driven on every Interstate in the country, drove 250,000 miles one year.”

Lisa has been setting up and tearing down B.A.S.S. events for about five years now, was the Tournament Manager for the Weekend Series for a couple of years, now you will find her stationed next to the atomic clock checking in the anglers as their flights are due in.

“I’ve been fishing since I was 3, maybe 4 years old, had my first baitcaster rod and reel when I was 12.”

Robert, her father, was the one who put the rod in her 3-year-old hands, now she fishes tournaments with her husband, Bryan: “You know, db, it’s kind of cool. Recently my dad gave me the boat that I first fished on, a 1985 Hydrosport. I learned how to fish on that boat, learned how to back it up, launch it; we are trying to get it fixed up so we can use it again.”

Lisa is normally on the road at B.A.S.S. tournaments between 22 and 25 weeks a year doing the hauling, the set up, the tear down, the check in, the studying…

“I graduated from Eastern New Mexico University with a degree in Elementary Education. I used to teach 1st, 2nd and 5th grade. I’m studying now to pass the tests in Alabama so I could go back to teaching if I want.”

But, “I love what I’m doing, love everything about tournaments…” at which point she smiled at me and then suddenly turned around, looked at a boat roaring up, and gave the thumbs up to KVD, as he checked in, on time.

 “…who are…”

We are all the same species, you and me, and yet, somehow, we have become strangers.

We know the stories of only the most gaudy amongst us, but rarely the tales of those who live next door.


To the stories.


Not to the Mass Communication that bombards us, but to the single stories waiting to be told.

All of human history is nothing more, than stories of us.

And the more of those stories that we know,

the closer,

we will become.


“Who Are You”

The Who