This season I've put a lot of effort into my practice and my preparation, but so far it hasn't turned out like I wanted it to. For the Clark's Hill event, I'm going to fish by the seat of my pants.
Pickwick has been lots of fun this past week and weekend. It was fishing very strong.
The Jones clan spent the entirety of last week at Kentucky Lake. I got to do quite a bit of prefishing.
Today Little Alton turned 18. This is a milestone for him, Jimmye Sue and me. We're coming to grips with that fact that our kids are growing up, and Little A will be laving soon to go to college this next year.
We're in Virginia, but not quite to Smith Mountain Lake yet. I like to get to tournaments a day or two early. I don't like starting practice while I'm exhausted from the drive unless I have to.
I wish I could tell you this has been an uneventful trip out West, but unfortunately it's been very eventful. Wednesday afternoon we had a flat tire on the big double-stack trailer.
It's been a busy week here at home; we've mainly been getting things done around the house. The kids have been extremely busy with school.
Coming back from California is kind of like having jetlag. It's like coming back from Japan or something. Between the long drive and the time change, it's tough.
Right now there are dogs and kids playing together, the women are chatting and the men are talking fishing and retying baits and stuff. When I look back on seasons past, it's times like these that I have the fondest memories of.
Day 1 of the Duel in the Delta is over, and it was a tough bite. It was that way all through practice, so I knew it could be a tough event.