The Oneida Lake Open will start in a couple of days, and I spent last week packing and repacking.
My partner and I finally won the Cooper River Open Buddy Tournament. I’m really excited, partly because of the nostalgic part of it and partly because it’s been such a struggle for me.
In any sport, there is a climbing process. You start at the bottom and work your way up as you get better. Every angler fishing the Elite Series has done that. No career is perfect, however.
The Mississippi River was a decent event for me. I can’t say it was great. My goal is never to finish 35th. Still, I’m upbeat. I think I made good decisions and fished about as clean as anyone can reasonably hope to do.
No, I’m not talking about tournaments. I’m talking about good, solid tournament fishing days.
It’s been a wild week so far. We’re in Virginia getting ready for the Open. All it’s done for the past two or three days around here is rain.
We read and hear a lot about the future of our sport. This week I’ll give you my thoughts on the subject.
I’m writing this one on Friday because I’m going to take the weekend off and spend Memorial Day with my family reflecting on the good life we have and what it means to me, to my family and to all of us. While we’re doing that, we’re going to spend some time honoring those who are no longer here, and those who made it all possible.