Hi! It's me, Becky. I'm going to fill in for Mike this week. Classic week was tough on me. I really wanted to be there, but I couldn't travel that far with our baby, Vegas, or at least that's what the doctor said.
It's been about a week now since the Classic has been over. I have a few more thoughts about it that I'd like to share.
It was the same thing all over again — including no big fish in my livewell. Call it Groundhog Day.
Today was a little different. I caught 18 pounds, 9 ounces. It was enough to validate my strategy and my choice of spots.
OK guys, by now you know the results from yesterday, the first day of competition. I had about as good a day as a guy can ask for in this business except that I didn't catch big enough bass.
Here's the deal: I'm really pumped up about this Classic. I can't say I've ever felt this way.
We've all been a little concerned about the fog. We're making long runs and delays can be costly as far as fishing time is concerned, not to mention the safety issues involved.
There are some things you just can't get enough of. Practice for a big tournament is one of them.
The Classic is a fishing tournament but it's much more than that. We (anglers) are committed almost every minute of every day.
The baby panic is over. Last Wednesday morning, Vegas Michael Iaconelli was born. Becky and I couldn't be happier.