Coming back from California is kind of like having jetlag. It's like coming back from Japan or something. Between the long drive and the time change, it's tough.
Right now there are dogs and kids playing together, the women are chatting and the men are talking fishing and retying baits and stuff. When I look back on seasons past, it's times like these that I have the fondest memories of.
Day 1 of the Duel in the Delta is over, and it was a tough bite. It was that way all through practice, so I knew it could be a tough event.
Before we get into the Elite season stuff, I have one final comment on the Classic. I mentioned in the last blog that I was disappointed in my poor execution, but at the same time, a poor tournament has given me a sense of God's presence in my life.
Well this is certainly not the end to the Classic I wanted. I think this is the first time I've missed the cut.
Day 1 of the Classic is over, and I've got to tell you, I'm disappointed. Honestly, 6-12 is not what I was on in practice.
Well, the last practice day is over, and now it's time to wait. Yesterday I had eight bites — all small.
Day 1 of practice was one of the few times I've fished in an absolute blizzard. Our predictions of this cold winter Classic are coming true.
The Jones Clan is in Alabama now, and we're getting settled in for the Classic. I'm making final preparations for practice, which starts today, and they're a little different this year.
Make room for another Alton Jones on tour. No, Jimmye Sue and I aren't having another child. Little Alton recently started fishing team tournaments out of his own boat.