Bass Wars
Steel's the deal
Last week was Indian summer here in Ohio. The weather was beautiful, gentle breezes with temperatures in the 70s and all that. As you might expect I played hooky from the office and headed to Lake Erie.
The karma thing
he sale of BASS is official. With new owners will come change. Naturally, all of us (professional anglers) are wondering what that means for us and how it will affect the future of our sport.
I think I like Oklahoma
We're fishing Grand Lake o' the Cherokees. The fishing is supposed to be pretty good. I don't know that for sure yet, but I do know that the wildlife around here is extraordinary.
The good life continues
Life's been good lately. I didn't make it to St. Clair like I planned. It's just too far of a drive when Lake Erie is only a little over two hours away. It was a great trip despite the windy conditions.
Change is constant
The constant in my fishing pattern is change in strategy and baits. We all need to keep change in mind when we're on the water. The same thing doesn't always work.
Ice follies
I've had a number of interesting experiences at carwashes over the years, but with winter coming on there's one in particular that comes to mind.
Learning the craft
If you expect to learn to catch fish you have to catch fish. You can't fish tough waters and learn, at least not as fast as you can learn fishing easier waters. That's why I love farm ponds.
Tuesday night
Join a club or a group and go somewhere so you can fish competitively on a regular basis. It'll make you a better angler. It will force you to fish different types of cover and structure with different lures and different techniques.
Fall color
The fall bite is more predictable and more reliable than anything you'll see in the springtime — or any other time of the year for that matter. That tends to keep the fish in predictable places and in predictable feeding patterns.
The confidence thing, part 2
Last week I mentioned the fact that I have trouble believing in my own decision-making power to truly believe. Nowhere is that more evident than in my fixation on weighing in five bass every day, and nowhere does it hurt me more.
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