I get my first look at the James River on the Saturday before the Bass Pro Shops Bassmaster Northern Open there. I'm fishing it as a boater.
The top three places at Douglas were all claimed by "homies." For most of us who weren’t from the Douglas Lake hood, it was like we were fishing on another planet.
Whenever I draw a tournament partner that guarantees easy limits of bass, it’s the kiss of death.
I just got off the phone with Mike Cole. I was interviewing him for a future Bassmaster Magazine article on slow sinking jigs.
There shouldn't have been much spawning going on during the late March event. There was. The largemouths shouldn't have been on their beds before the spotted bass spawned. They were. Since spotted bass far outnumber largemouth bass at Norman, the tournament shouldn't have been a largemouth slugfest. It was.
On March 19, 2011, the full moon was closer to the earth than it had been in 16 years. This celestial event is called a "Supermoon."
The snow has been gone for a few weeks now, and the ice is off the pond up the hill from my humble southern Ohio abode. I keep threatening to hike to the pond with a few rods and limber up my casting arm.
Yesterday was Valentine's Day. I normally bring a dozen roses to my wife, Debbi, at her office. This year, I waltzed into her office during business hours with my guitar in hand. It was a first. I'm a closet guitar player. I strum with 10 thumbs and have a voice like a bullfrog with laryngitis.
I had entered the Toho tournament as a co-angler. My biggest concern was that I would draw partners that were sight fishing for spawners. That never happened.
I'm pulling my tackle together for the first Bassmaster Southern Open of 2011 at the Kissimmee Chain in Florida. Since I'm fishing this one as a nonboater, I need to pare my gear down to what I can carry in one trip to my partner's boat.