Someone recently told me that the highest selling item at many online tackle suppliers – not by total sales in dollars, but rather in terms of total items ordered – is Texas Rig pegs (aka, bobber stops).
I purchase many clothing items online from Sierra Trading Post. They sell numerous brands that I like, including Columbia, Patagonia and Simms, for discounted prices. Sometimes they’re last year’s fashions, but I’m no Derek Zoolander, so being right on top of the latest styles has never been all that important to me.
In December, FLW Tour tournament director Bill Taylor put up the following post on Facebook:
I've been looking very closely at the 2017 FLW Tour Pro Roster. It amazes me of the talent levels of these pros! I then pulled up the BASS Elite Pro list and see that 80-90% of those anglers started fishing within the FLW family of tournaments. This tells me our programs are perfect for any angler that wants to develop their fishing skills with the best out there! So whether you fish as a beginner at the High School or as a 40 year old beginner we have a place you can fish and gain huge amounts of knowledge.
My point in Tuesday’s blog entry was to comment on how incredibly difficult it is right now to get into the Elite Series. That’s pressuring some anglers who might otherwise be inclined to leave to stay around, because no matter how confident they are in their skill sets, they know that if they ever want back in it’s not necessarily an easy path.
I occasionally hear from Elite Series pros who profess to want out of the tour-level rat race. I’m not talking bottom feeders who regularly finish in triple digits, but rather anglers who’ve been at it a while and who are consistently competitive. Several of them make the Classic nearly every year and a few are considered stars. I think that most fans of the sport would be very surprised to learn two of the most recent ones, although in the interest of privacy and my own career longevity I don’t feel comfortable disclosing their names.
If I’d had to guess which of the non-current Elite Series pros would have accepted the “Legend” invitation to rejoin the top tour at B.A.S.S., I wouldn’t have hesitated to answer “Roland Martin.” For reasons of his own, though, Roland turned down the spot and David Fritts accepted it. That surprised the hell out of me, because while there can be no doubt that Fritts was once a tremendous tournament angler and innovator, he’s been an afterthought for many fishing fans in recent years
Each year over the past decade or so, I’ve tried to come up with a New Year’s resolution. Some were half-serious, others were totally serious, and they’ve been met with varying levels of success. One year I vowed to “watch more TV.” I completely nailed that one. Another year I determined that I needed to “lose friends.” You’d be surprised how hard that one was to achieve. Some of the resolutions were probably not appropriate to describe on this family-friendly website, so I’ll leave it at that, except to say that they too were mixed in their success rates.
In 1997, I entered two regular season FLW Tour events and did well enough to qualify for the Championship (before it was called the Forrest Wood Cup) on Lake Ferguson in Mississippi. I enjoyed fishing those three tournaments, so when the 1998 schedule came out, I put in for two more….and was promptly put on the waiting list.
I’d like to say that I’m pretty Zen about this whole fishing thing, but that would be a lie. While there are occasional times when I revel in the moment and the overall experience, most of the time I’m concerned with catching more and bigger fish than you. For that reason, it’s important to have a scale on the boat at all times. I want to have a pretty good idea of what my fish weighed.
In a spirited and far-ranging online discussion about the future of football, writers Bill Simmons and Malcolm Gladwell seemed to agree on one thing: In every major sport, there is a “second conversation,” one that goes far beyond, and may not even intersect with, the activity that occurs on the field of play.
This marks year six of the awards that I’ve named the Peteys and to be honest, I thought about canceling this year’s banquet. It’s been the nastiest year of campaigning in history, with the Twitter wars, the attack ads and that incident where Keith Alan threw a 10XD at Fish Fishburne during the last debate.
When I was fishing a lot of local tournaments, I had a little speech I’d give to my non-boating partner at the start of every day. No, it wasn’t “Don’t cast in front of the console” or the ever-popular “Don’t speak unless spoken to.” Instead, it was a rather simple and fairly polite request that at each stop he make sure that the net was not under, inside or wrapped around anything in such a way that it would hinder us from netting each other’s fish.