Last week was an exciting one for me. On Thursday I did a demonstration at a local pond here in Columbus for the Hartley Hogs.
Clarks Hill was reasonably good to me, all things considered. This is my third check in a row.
I stopped at Lake Murray on my way to Clarks Hill and did something I haven't done in a long time — slept in my truck. The topwater bite was so good I fished late into the night.
My ribs are bruised from setting the hook last week. I know that sounds crazy, but it's true. I can't say I've ever caught so many fish in four days.
Finally, I've had some success.Pickwick was good to me — not great but good.
It's a great day to be a bass pro. The fish are biting like crazy. Catching a limit is basically a matter of throwing whatever you have tied on your rod.
I had a really interesting experience on Friday at the Smith Mountain Lake tournament. I was fishing a dock when I happened to notice a 5-pound bass swim right past my boat.
It's a great day to be a bass pro!Days like this make me wonder if this is really a business.Business is supposed to be work, not fun.
I fished the Good Friday tournament and did we ever have a ball. It was great. To be honest I'd forgotten how much fun it is to fish competitively just for the heck of it.
Indian Lake is the place where I once fished a tournament in which no keepers were caught. In all my years of fishing, involving hundreds and hundreds of tournaments, it's the only time I've seen everyone in a tournament blank.