December 9, 2010
The western contingent of the pro staff continues to expand. Erick Prado enticed another top left coast stick to join the team – this time it’s swimbait guru Matt Newman. This free agent signing is particularly useful because I need a tutorial on how to throw the tennis shoe.
Matt recently came out with a new company called “iRod,” which features signature series sticks from top westerners like Bub Tosh, Fred Roumbanis and Gabe Bolivar. Apparently A-Rod was not asked to design one, or else his asking price was too high.
My friend, Federal judge Bill Roberts, who is a devout tackle freak but also a stickler for quality and a curmudgeon when it comes to trying new brands, already has two of the punching rods that Tosh designed. Res ipsa loquitur.
December 7, 2010
Call off the dogs. The Pete Weighs In pro-staff has landed our kicker fish.
With a little help from friends in high places, I have enlisted the promotional services of one Mr. Jerry McKinnis to wave the flag, rally the troops and boost up the value of the patch itself.
This recent signing has busted our budget a bit, but I’m confident he’s worth it.
December 6, 2010
When my brother and I were kids, we read that the company that manufactured Mepps Spinners would pay 50 cents per squirrel tail. You couldn’t swing a dead cat in our neighborhood without hitting a couple hundred squirrels so we figured it was only a matter of time until we were rolling in dough. Unfortunately we didn’t have a dead cat so dispatching the squirrels proved to be a little difficult.
It’s too bad we didn’t know Ron Colby at the time.
No one’s quite sure what Colby does around Yamamoto HQ, but people generally seem to be afraid of him. Maybe it has something to do with the fact that he spends every minute he’s not in the office or on the water in the pursuit of varmints with high-powered weapons. Anyway, since I’m generally opposed to pissing off people who control my flow of soft plastics (especially if they also like to shoot stuff), I figured that this was a good time to showcase Mr. Colby’s efforts.
December 3, 2010
Mike Long is a certified and certifiable lunker-catching machine. He's captured more teens that Roman Polanski. Still, despite the urging of Erick Prado, whose opinions on such matters I trust nearly completely, Long almost didn't make the cut. The reason? He's tight with some jackwagon named Battisti. In the end, big fish talked and tater walked. Long's now a pro-staffer. That patch is about the size of a 20-pounder's eyeball.
December 2, 2010
Just because you're an established pro doesn't grant you automatic entry onto the PWI pro-staff. Actually, even if you're already a Yamamoto staffer, you'll still have to go through the paces to prove that you belong.
Ace bird-dogger Erick Prado found GYCB staffer Brett Hite at the Bass-a-Thon. Hite, you may remember, has won about two bajillion dollars in FLW Outdoors competition. Prado gave him a 64-question quiz, a polygraph and a stress test and Brett passed with flying colors. Welcome to the team.
Last Updated on Wednesday, 01 December 2010 11:29
December 1, 2010
I can’t be all places at all times. As a result of the need to fill my blog with pithy social commentary, make complex online tackle orders and watch frequent Law & Order SUV marathons, I’m the busiest dude this side of Ryan Seacrest.
With my dance card full, I’ve had to enlist a deputy to help fill out the PWI pro-staff roster. Accordingly, I have appointed Erick “Darkman” Prado my successor should an unfortunate tungsten avalanche occur in my garage, ending up with me either dead or flattened and unable to perform my duties.
The ambitious and left coast based Prado set out on a scouting mission last weekend, hitting up the Bass-A-Thon looking for recruits. We’ll post the fruits of his labor over the next week or so. He started off with two nobodies. I really don’t think these guys are gonna make it in the fishing industry, so unless I get some other endorsements for them, we’ve got to say “no” for now.
Last Updated on Monday, 29 November 2010 15:21
November 29, 2010
If she wasn’t already married, I guarantee you that Connie Kilpatrick would have dudes knocking down her door. Hell, she already does have a bunch of them calling every day, but with a husband who everyone knows as “Killer” I kind of doubt their overtures are of the romantic variety. Most of them are calling to get their reels fixed, because not only does this nice grandmama live spitting distance from Lake Fork, but she can also take your hard-grinding, sand-filled, used and abused baitcasting reel and get it smooth as a baby’s bottom again.
Long before I became associated with Yamamoto and the Inside Line, I sent my reels to the metropolis of Yantis, Texas to get them gussied up. Now, years later, she shows that she truly belongs on the PWI pro-staff with her cane pole and those plaid shorts.
If you treat your reels like I do, check out the Kilpatricks’ site: www.lakeforktacklerepair.com.
November 22, 2010
Meet Chase Hobbs, the newest and youngest member of the Pete Weighs In pro-staff, seen here increasing his daily fiber intake.
He's the son of my friends Aaron and Nicole, from Kaufman, Texas, and Milwaukee, respectively, so the kid's likely to end up with an odd sort of accent. More importantly, their genealogical soup combined to produce a kid who's off the chart in terms of height and weight -- if current trends persist, he's likely to end up about six-foot-thirteen and two hundred and eighty pounds.
Every good pro staff needs an enforcer and Chase projects to be ours a few years down the road. You've been warned: Don't jump our holes or mess with our tackle.
Last Updated on Friday, 19 November 2010 10:09
November 19, 2010
The bait monkey tried to get me on last weekend's trip to Florida. Despite the fact that I have no clear tackle "needs," and barely any "wants," I still felt compelled to make a trek to the local tackle shop.
For the record, I did not buy anything. Nor did I exercise my credit card at the Fort Lauderdale Bass Pro Shops, where we stopped en route to the airport. As a result of that manly display of willpower, I think I owe myself an online order of some sort this week.
Last Updated on Thursday, 18 November 2010 11:22
November 18, 2010
My good friend Bill Roberts taught me much of what I know about bass fishing (although not necessarily most of what he knows about bass fishing) but he can be a maddening sonofabitch.
He’s not necessarily devious or malicious, but he’s a talented fisherman, which means that he’s been kicking my ass on the water for the better part of the 15 years I’ve known him. He also has a tendency to achieve my goals before I can complete them myself, stealing what little thunder I hope to enjoy in my life. As an example, when we hit the lake to break in my new boat this March, he caught a fish out of it before I lost my Puma FTD virginity. It’s not like I could’ve asked him to stop fishing, but there are a few things you want to do first in your own boat.
Similarly, perhaps I crowed too much about having the Power Tackle Lateral Perch before him. While I’ve had a few of them for over a month, most of the tackle retailers have been sold out, leaving Bill perch-free. I’d only fished two tournaments since obtaining them – one of which was primarily a topwater bite, the other one almost exclusively a spinnerbait bite, so I hadn’t given the LP a test run yet. So it was like nails on a chalkboard when Billy-Boy asked if he could borrow one for the weekend.
In movie terms, it was like the Deltas going to the Dexter Lake Club and being asked “Do you mind if we dance with your dates?”
You see, while the wife and I were in Florida this past weekend, chasing peacock bass for one day and sunburns for four, Bill and a few other friends were headed to Ray Scott’s place. They’d been there last year and he’d corralled two ten-pounders (thus beating me to another goal). Now he was going to take another shot – with my lure. I couldn’t say no, as much as I wanted to.
Somewhere, Otis Day and the Knights were laughing at me.
The report was a mixed one. While the fishing in Alabama did not compare to his previous trips there, Bill did manage to put the Lateral Perch to good use amidst a tough bite. He popped the cherry on my bait, said it’s a damn good product and he plans to order some more. Me too. But no matter how many I catch on the LP in the future, he’ll still have one-upped me again.