Don Barone

Someday

May 21, 2010

I am a working stiff. I was born of working stiffs. Among working stiffs are these 90 or so Elite Bass Anglers. They are working with their hands, their backs, and their feet. They are chasing the dream of working stiffs everywhere.

The Man In The Box

May 18, 2010

Trouble at the weigh-in scales usually leads to trouble elsewhere. 2010 has not been the best year for Matt Reed.

Mother's Front Porch

May 8, 2010

Mark Burgess qualified to fish the Bassmaster Classic, where he came in 24th fishing against the best in the world. But long before that, he fished with Mom.

Happy New Ears

May 8, 2010

I'm going to become a child. That's my New Year's Resolution. In fact, if I manage to make it through this decade, that's my New Decade's Resolution.

Midnight Train

May 5, 2010

The other day I was standing out on the huge dock here at Lake Guntersville, where the Elite anglers tie up. Out there with me were a couple of anglers sitting on upside down 5-gallon buckets. Fishing off the dock.

M&M's for Taji

May 2, 2010

Taji, the child with the love of M&M's, is a young lady that James and Sandy Niggemeyer tried so hard to adopt.

Stranger in a strange launch

May 2, 2010

I went to interview Elite pro Morizo Shimizu, one problem. He only speaks Japanese. So we needed someone who could speak in him, and then turn around and speak in me. Seigo Saito, a photographer for Bass, turned out to be that person.

Stories of the Siren

Apr 26, 2010

Tournaments seem silly when you are huddled for safety in a bathhouse with some of the best anglers in the world, and their families. Seem silly when the weather radio is telling people in one area to "seek shelter."

Life speed

Apr 17, 2010

As I walk up to Bradley Roy he is standing in line, the best angler in the world line, standing waiting to have his fish weighed in, standing to take his place, with the best in the world.

Yesterday comes

Apr 15, 2010

My Uncle Sibby was once a major league baseball player for the Boston Braves and then of Milwaukee. On the stairs to his cellar where the stair posts where all used baseball bats. Each bat brought a story.

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