There it stood in all its glory: heap upon heap of the fluffy motherload, sitting there all proud in some sort of huge martini/margarita shiny glass. We're at the Women's Bassmaster Championship and that there is some championship DESSERT.
Earlier this year, this woman standing alone on the dock was diagnosed with a meningioma, the most common kind of benign brain tumor. It was found growing behind her left eye, and growing quickly so close to her optic nerve that she had to have surgery right away — right during the season.
All that stands between the first Women's Bassmaster Tour angler fishing Bassmaster Classic are two bodies of water. And some very fat bass.
While each Women's Bassmaster Tour Pro took the stage ... 100 feet away ... the future of the WBT was fishing for catfish in a child's pool. Their mother's and father's gentle hand helping to guide the fishing pole and child.
With a breeze, the flag unfurled, and some of the Iraqi sands it once flew above floated over Clarks Hill Lake during this, the sunrise of National POW/MIA Recognition Day. I watched as the wounded warrior on the bass boat held the flag high into the wind.
Allow me to tell you what happens when your assignment is pretty much to just "hang around" and write about "whatever."
David "Happy" White, a guy who needs 15 letters to be known, was about to fix something for 3-letter KVD that he had NEVER fixed before.
I'm going to a Baby Shower. It's a celebration of two new faces about to arrive, a baby shower for Julia Kennedy and Jennifer Lowen.
From the tournament stage, straight to his truck, Paul Hirosky headed north to be with his wife and baby boy. Baby Paul Joseph Hirosky was two months premature.
This maybe the greatest invention in the world. You bring stinky clothes to a stranger, the stranger gives them back to you un-stunk and folded. Magic.