The Robbins family, all of us consummate planners, has already locked in our first two away games of the 2020 fishing season – first a week in Mexico for bass in January, and then a shorter trip to a yet-to-be-disclosed offshore location in February.
Over the past dozen years my writing has opened doors that enabled me to experience all sorts of incredible fishing trips. I’ve fished for peacock bass in the Amazon (twice, with a third trip on the schedule), tigerfish on Africa’s Lower Zambezi River, redfish in Venice and cutthroat trout in Montana. I’ve spent three days practicing with KVD on the California Delta and multiple days on St. Clair with a two-time PMTT Champion. I’ve taken off my shoes to fish in AMart’s boat on a private lake in Georgia, and I was there to see Rick Clunn’s most recent victory at the St. Johns. Last year I made a trip to East Texas where I got to fish with four different Classic qualifiers (Keith Combs, Clark Reehm, Albert Collins and Lonnie Stanley) on three exceptional lakes – when two great days on Rayburn are the least productive days of the five, you can call it a trip of a lifetime.
This week the IGFA posted a picture of a pending world record peacock bass that weighed 30 pounds 13 ounces. I have no reason to doubt the angler, the guide, the organization or the Boga Grip that they weighed it on, but I have to admit that on first glance my thought was that the fish didn’t look any bigger than the 21 pounder that I caught in 2012.