The beauty of the internet is that it has democratized information, and of course this applies to the fishing industry. Whether you caught your first bluegill last week or you just cashed a second consecutive Bassmaster Classic check, you can learn in short order from a chair what took prior generations hundreds of hours on the water to figure out.
I have a friend from Texas coming here Friday night with the goal of catching a Potomac River snakehead. He’s someone who has helped me tremendously since the earliest stages of my outdoor writing career, when he was the pro-staff manager of a major rod company, and I was some guy just struggling to get published.
I love this time of year, when there are back-to-back Elite Series tournaments with an overlapping FLW Tour derby on a premier smallmouth fishery for good measure. It’s an abundance of riches for pro bassing freaks like me, with not quite enough personal bandwidth to give it all the attention it deserves.
One of the reasons Hanna and I go back to Anglers Inn again and again and again is because after a dozen or so trips the staff has started to feel like family. Actually, better than family – because none of my close relatives has ever unhooked a fish for me, tied a knot for me, or jumped up from the seated position to carry my overstuffed tackle bag from my boat to my room.