After spending two days in the relatively bucolic Rancocas Creek, I thought I might get to see some true urban-jungle fishing. We passed plenty of seawalls and decrepit structures but ultimately found Chris Lane in a creek south of the city that is also quite pastoral. He's burned a bunch of gas today in pursuit of the win. He says he needs two more 4-pounders to get it done. Sounds easy to me.
After nearly an hour of idling, a little bit of running, and fortunately no swimming or pushing, we made it out of Rancocas. We had heard that Chris Lane had a big bag in Trenton, so we started heading that way. Halfway up to Trenton we saw Chris running the other way. He spun around and stopped to show us his fish. We had heard he had 13 pounds so we asked him if that was accurate. He jabbed his thumb upward as if to indicate more. I asked how much more; he just grinned, cranked up the outboard and took off down river again.
Mike Iaconelli's fans tend to be a little bit more, uh, outlandish than those of most other bass pros, as this photo illustrates. (Left to right) Frank Orsino brought his son, Zachary, and nephew, Nick, to the Delaware River today, armed with their Big Head signs. Frank and Zachary live in Westville, N.J. Nick is a teacher in Gloucester City where he taught Iaconelli's daughter, Rylie, in fourth and fifth grade. Are they big Iaconelli fans? "Huge," said Frank.
This is what you'll be if you get pinned in Rancocas Creek on low tide.
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