2012 Cabela's B.A.S.S. Federation Nation Eastern Divisional
Mystic/Charles River - Medford, MA, Sep 12 - 14, 2012

A La Medida Del Hombre “Size of the Man”

Don Barone
Team Spain

About the author

Don Barone

Don Barone

db has been in the reporting biz for over 30 years, won some Emmys and other awards, but is proudest of his four-decade marriage, his two kids and the fact he founded Tackle The Storm Foundation to help children.


“I'm gonna make my world a better place…”

Dateline:  Mystic River, Boston

I believe in,


The core of stuff.

No highfalutin, fancy pants, know it all words.

Just brown bag language.

Bottom line.

The essence of life, the aroma of living.  Not the theory, but the grit.





Believe it or not I do have the education bon-a-fides.  Stunk it up in the lower and middle educations of grades K-12…wrote a “composition” in 9th grade that what I was getting wasn’t actually an “education,” but an “indoctrination.”

Schooling went pretty much downhill from that point.

I learned the Dewey Decimal system, and left.

Plumbing class was filled, so I got a degree in Bartending at trade school…my first venture into being an “-ologist.”  I was a certified “Mixologist,” and “Drinking-it-ologist.”

Moved up the education list to Higher…snuck in the back door of college and declared myself to be a major in a variety of “-ologists” studying a never ending supply of “-ologies.”

Could never keep a straight face in class.

I gave it up when in my entire semester spent majoring in Sociology…no one ever talked to each other.  The professor just would walk in and tell us what book to read…then left…never looked at us.

My final “paper” for the class was called, “Why Sociology, Isn’t Social.”

Schooling went pretty much downhill from that point.

My “-ologist” career ended before it started.

I wrote my way through the university, and left.

I had one degree, two student loans…one for books…one for a great stereo system…and still a feeling of indoctrination not education.

Until one day when I picked my daughter up from her school in Fresno, Calif.



It was actually daycare, but we called it “school” to make it easier for Barb and me to drop her off there.

So I go to pick up Ashley, take her out to lunch, slow story day at KFSN. And as I’m standing there looking at the “school work” pasted up on the wall at about the 2-foot level, I see this one sign up there at the 5-foot level…adult land.

And the sign in Ashley’s Pre-Pre-School said exactly…EXACTLY…this:


And the more I looked at it, the more I thought, “….damn…that’s it.”

We share and,

no biting.

And all this time I been a wasting.

All this “-ology…” junk.

We Share & No Biting…finally…an education.

Been keeping it simple ever since.

“…I'm gonna keep that smile on my face…”

His name is Haaby.

Actually, it is not.

It is Xavier Gonzalez-Mestre, M.D. H.S.A.

“Call me Haaby, db…simple.”

I do, simple.

Simple, does not mean stupid, there are a ton of very smart stupid people, but it is the smart simple people you need to pay attention to.

Anybody can make something so complicated that you have no idea what they are talking about…that doesn’t make them smart…it is just complicatedly stupid…but…you take something complicated…and make it simple…that takes smarts.

Take life.

Take all the “-ology” out of it.

Take life down to its quick.

And it is, you.

And it is, me.


And traffic.

It is what we do for each other.

It is what we do to each other.

That is life.

And computer issues.

So last year, I’m sitting in a hotel at wherever last year’s Federation Nation Championship took place…161 days on the road cause for some road blurs…and this guy with a very complicated name tells me to keep it simple and , “…just call me Haaby.”

So I do.

And this guy named “Haaby,” starts talking to me.

Turns out he is from Spain.

I’m thinking there must be a soccer match somewhere nearby.

Turns out he is some bigwig medical/health administration guy over there in Spain.

I’m thinking….”Rut Row” an “-ologist…” just snuck up on me when…

…”You know, db, I started the first Bass club in Spain in 1974….”

“…excuse me…”

“…I’m the President of the Spain Federation Nation B.A.S.S. club….”

I’m just looking at him so I have nothing in truth to quote right here.

“…and now…next year…our club is going to fish the Fed Nation Eastern Divisional in Boston.”

During the past year, Haaby and I have become friends…through email.  I learned recently of the death of his brother…read please how he told me of his brother’s passing: