Don Barone
Confessions of a selfish jerk
Universe Fact 1: If you are talking while you are ironing, whatever it is that you are saying is the truth. Universe Fact 2: Love Wins.
Alabama sky
As I sit on the dock and write this, I can see and hear 12 of the best of the best race back and forth across Lake Jordan, allegedly chasing Bass. In fact, they chase themselves, and what lies inside.
Scenes from Lake Champlain
Before me, 362 anglers, Pro's and Co's about to live their dream. Once again. And I'm jealous...
Plattsburgh ... I'm back!
ESPNOutdoors.com sent me to be in a fishing tournament. I had no idea they had fishing tournaments. I figured it was just a bunch of guys on a pier with a ham sandwich and a worm. I was wrong. Way wrong.
Marriage and a bag of fish
I've been married for 35 years to the same woman, Barb. Yeah, I know what you're thinking, I'm pretty sure she can't believe it either.
Beauty and a Beast
Let me tell you this: It's near impossible to hit a chipmunk with an ironing board. I actually have no idea what a chipmunk is, or why we need them, but I do know this: They are not afraid of TV remotes.
Building a better mouse bass trap
Don't be shocked at what I'm saying. J.J. knows he stinks like garlic. Garlic is pretty much his life. He makes some sort of garlic dipping sauce for BASS. At first, I thought it was me. I'm talking to him while trying nonchalantly to sneak my nose over my armpits (nothing) and stick out my lower lip and blow up in case the smell is in my mouth (nothing) all the while talking with J. J. and sniffing mightily.
One Day
Jim is a pro angler fishing the Bassmaster Opens and other local tournament trails ... his dream, to be a Bassmaster Elite Pro. While climbing down from a tree stand something broke and Jim fell 20 feet to the Alabama soil.
Crew(sine)
On the work bench, mega-RPM high torque power wrenches and a Teflon coated BBQ cooking set (black and very stylish BTW). Metric and mayonnaise, horsepower and horseradish coexist. As I turn, I watch as the ENTIRE service crew walk down the gravel boatyard road to a BBQ shootout with the local food vendors.
An open letter to Brent 'Brody' Broderick
A couple weeks ago I did a story with Brody Broderick about how his father, Skip Broderick, had suffered a serious heart attack. About an hour or so ago, Brody called me to tell me that just after talking to me earlier today he got a call from his sister in Ohio and was told that his father had died.
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