I know that the “this is what I’m thankful for” column at this time of year is a little bit clichéd and perhaps more often than not a bit contrived, but I’m going to go on with it anyway.
I’ve owned bass boats since Bradley Roy was in diapers, and since that time I’ve always held one bedrock assumption to be inviolate: “There is no substitute for time on the water.”
When the 2014 Elite Series schedule was released, it contained lots of the usual suspects, big bass factories in towns that have experience hosting big tournaments ... but the one that intrigues me most is stop No. 7, the Delaware River, hosted by the City of Brotherly Love.
It is the nature of bass fishermen to be unsatisfied with the status quo.
Mike Iaconelli is confident enough to know that he has a legitimate shot to win every time out, whether it’s a northern lake, a tidal river, a southern impoundment or a parking lot mud puddle.
Put a hundred of the best fishermen in the world on some primo waters, and we’re bound to see a parade of huge bass, right?
After the final weigh-in at Oneida Lake, I went out to dinner with a small group of friends that included Bassmaster photographer James Overstreet and Bassmaster writer Craig Lamb. As we sat down, my wife turned to me and said, “There goes Edwin Evers.”
It’s been almost six weeks since the last Bassmaster Elite Series event but it feels like much longer.
No one who follows closely the sport of bass fishing can deny Tommy Biffle’s numerous achievements ... but ...
Another year on the Elite Series defies all the odds.