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.
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."
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.
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.
Failure is my fire. When I look in the mirror, it is the failures that I see. The misses. The called strikes, the dropped end zone pass. One foot in bounds ... one out.
If we get a chance, what we do with it, is ours. Here you go, go for it, win, or, lose, here's your chance. And I'll take that.
Last week, Elite angler Jared Lintner was involved in a car accident while driving from the Delta tournament in Stockton, Calif., to the Clear Lake tournament.
It was John Crew's first win ... and it was special because his wife, child and his father were all there with him. Priceless shots of the three of them on stage.
Today, I stood on an ocean cliff and watched a father go out to sea. As his daughter stood on the shore. We're all going to have one, our last year of life. Our last month. Our last day. Our last ...
Between sunrise, and sunset, lies glory. And the anglers wait. My favorite part of the sunrise, is the sound. The sound of sunrise.