I'm in Muskegon, Mich., right now for Toyota All-Star Week, and it's exciting.
I'm looking forward to the challenge of All-Star Week and hoping I can find a way to fish my strengths. When I win a tournament, it's usually because I'm able to fish to my strengths.
After spending the week in upstate New York, I've confirmed that smallmouth bass are like a drug, and I'm addicted.
Preparing for these last two events is a lot more extensive than for any of the previous six tournaments this season. That's because we're changing gears.
Turning 50 is a landmark of sorts, and it's given me a reason to contemplate what it means for me as a professional angler to reach that age.
I've been fishing professionally for a long time, and I'm a couple of decades past my rookie season, but that doesn't mean I don't have an eye on the new guys in the Elite Series.
I want to thank everyone who posted a chigger remedy in response to my last column. The itching and irritation is much better now.
I've finally found the middle ground between my fishing and my work for sponsors, and it's right in my backyard.