But getting past the spectators and the hoopla, this tournament displayed a pro angler functioning at the highest possible level. Tournament winners often talk about "making good decisions" and "following your instincts." But you never really know what that means. If you'd followed Iaconelli on the water this week, you'd have seen exactly what it means.
The best example came late Sunday. Iaconelli had said he had "60 or 70 (fishing) spots in a 10-mile area" of the Delaware River. By 1:50 p.m., with check-in time looming at 3:00, it seemed like he'd hit all of them while running-and-gunning since the 6:15 a.m. launch time. And he still had only four bass in the boat, one shy of a limit.
Iaconelli made a few flips in one spot, pulled up his trolling motor, strapped the rods to the deck and was beginning to throttle up the outboard motor when he suddenly made a 90-degree right turn and shut it down. Iaconelli trolled over to an old piece of steel, shaped like a box, over what appeared to be a tidal pond drain pipe.
Let him tell you the rest:
"But as I was driving past it (at high tide), it reminded me of a drain because I could cast in under it. Instincts made me just turn that (steering) wheel and pull up to it. That's the kind of stuff that's happened this week."
It may have been on his first flip, his second at most, when Iaconelli set the hook and boated bass No. 5. It weighed about 2 pounds.
"It might have been an old, old (tidal pond) drain from years ago. It's not an active drain right now," he said.
Iaconelli's fourth keeper Sunday came in similar fashion: What he did seemed to make no sense. Even Ike's long-time friend and fellow bass pro Pete Gluszek was questioning his tactics. Woodbury Creek had been a good spot for Iaconelli all week, but only when the tide was in its final stages of reaching the low point. Iaconelli had caught his first fish of the day there, but now he was running up the creek at high tide. Gluszek wondered why Ike was throwing a vibration jig (similar to a ChatterBait), but he especially questioned why Iaconelli had come back to the creek at high tide.
"That was an unbelievable decision," Iaconelli said. "I wanted so bad to get back and fish a couple of bridges, but the tide got so low I couldn't get to them the last two days. I knew the water would be terrible. It was coming up and bringing in mud. But I thought that vibration jig, if I could get it around those bridges, might catch one or two."
It produced one — keeper No. 4, a solid 2-pounder — at 10 a.m.
Why did he make those seemingly strange decisions, which produced two of his five keepers?
"When I've had success other times in my career, that's happened," Iaconelli said. "I wish I could figure it out. It happened to me at Lake Erie last year when I won the (Bassmaster Northern) Open.
"It comes from a feeling inside. Normally, it's just human nature, you don't listen to those things. You shove them back. When you catch (bass) and you're in the zone, you let them out.
"That happened to me so many times over the last four days."
Four days of Mike Iaconelli embracing his bass fishing instincts left Philadelphia feeling like its nickname, "The City of Brotherly Love." And the brother these people most loved was "Ike, Ike, Ike, Ike…" — one of their own.