Fishing rivers in the middle of May and the middle of June is something that’s right up my alley.
The West Point tournament is history. By the time you read this I’ll be practicing on the Alabama River.
We’re going to talk about something a little different this week — local tackle shops.
I’ll tell you what, folks, I got a wakeup call last week in Arkansas.
Once again I find myself using my column to write about the horrible violence our country has suffered.
I’m back home after a week in Tennessee fishing Douglas. The pollen is everywhere. It looks like it’s raining it’s so heavy at times. I love it!
Professional bass fishing is very different than fishing in the same part of the country most of the time.
If I could get rid of my first day results, I’d be having a pretty good year. But I can’t and I’m not.
I’ll tell you what, the Sabine River tournament was something else. I’ve never fished any tournament, anywhere — except for a Classic, of course — where the crowds were as big, or as enthusiastic, as they were there.
The second day of the 2013 Bassmaster Classic, I corrected my mistakes of Day One.