As you guys know, I love to fish docks. It's my favorite way to fish. Fort Gibson was my wish, my favorite way to fish — or so I thought.
I've always dreamed about a big tournament where no one had any practice time. Well, it almost came true this time.
It's summertime on a Tennessee River impoundment, Kentucky Lake. We all know what that means. The little fish are shallow, the big fish are deep. That's good for some of us Elite Series anglers but not so good for others. I'm one of the not-so-good-for others.
Last week was an exciting one for me. On Thursday I did a demonstration at a local pond here in Columbus for the Hartley Hogs.
Clarks Hill was reasonably good to me, all things considered. This is my third check in a row.
I stopped at Lake Murray on my way to Clarks Hill and did something I haven't done in a long time — slept in my truck. The topwater bite was so good I fished late into the night.
My ribs are bruised from setting the hook last week. I know that sounds crazy, but it's true. I can't say I've ever caught so many fish in four days.
Finally, I've had some success.Pickwick was good to me — not great but good.
It's a great day to be a bass pro. The fish are biting like crazy. Catching a limit is basically a matter of throwing whatever you have tied on your rod.
I had a really interesting experience on Friday at the Smith Mountain Lake tournament. I was fishing a dock when I happened to notice a 5-pound bass swim right past my boat.