This is a Bassmaster Classic. It’s the biggest bass fishing event anywhere.
If you could imagine how a first day of a Bassmaster Classic would go, this would be it. I couldn’t be happier. There was a good bite in the morning and then another good bite in the afternoon.
It’s Thursday, the last day for prep before the Classic starts. It’s been a fairly busy day but nothing got out of control.
The final day to-do list includes two things; I accomplished the first, and made a small start toward the second.
It’s Tuesday night. Mike’s getting ready for the last day of practice tomorrow and then needs to go to bed early so they asked me to give you a look at the Classic through my eyes. I don’t know if I’m a typical wife or not but here goes…
The trip out here was uneventful. We arrived on Wednesday evening, set the camper up and settled down. I spent Thursday getting ready for practice and then it was off to the races.
It’s time to put the last minute finishing touches on everything before heading towards Oklahoma today.
Things are starting to get serious around the Iaconelli household. There’s only three days left for me to get everything together for the Classic.
I fish because it’s a wonderful puzzle, something that can never be solved.
Every so often someone asks me why I fish or why I chose professional bass fishing as a career. The answer is simple on one level but a little complicated on another. I'll try to explain.