Mark Burgess qualified to fish the Bassmaster Classic, where he came in 24th fishing against the best in the world. But long before that, he fished with Mom.
I'm going to become a child. That's my New Year's Resolution. In fact, if I manage to make it through this decade, that's my New Decade's Resolution.
The other day I was standing out on the huge dock here at Lake Guntersville, where the Elite anglers tie up. Out there with me were a couple of anglers sitting on upside down 5-gallon buckets. Fishing off the dock.
Taji, the child with the love of M&M's, is a young lady that James and Sandy Niggemeyer tried so hard to adopt.
I went to interview Elite pro Morizo Shimizu, one problem. He only speaks Japanese. So we needed someone who could speak in him, and then turn around and speak in me. Seigo Saito, a photographer for Bass, turned out to be that person.
Tournaments seem silly when you are huddled for safety in a bathhouse with some of the best anglers in the world, and their families. Seem silly when the weather radio is telling people in one area to "seek shelter."
As I walk up to Bradley Roy he is standing in line, the best angler in the world line, standing waiting to have his fish weighed in, standing to take his place, with the best in the world.
My Uncle Sibby was once a major league baseball player for the Boston Braves and then of Milwaukee. On the stairs to his cellar where the stair posts where all used baseball bats. Each bat brought a story.
Failure is my fire. When I look in the mirror, it is the failures that I see. The misses. The called strikes, the dropped end zone pass. One foot in bounds ... one out.
If we get a chance, what we do with it, is ours. Here you go, go for it, win, or, lose, here's your chance. And I'll take that.