Truckin'

Truckin'

After nearly 25 years of tournament fishing and 15 years of writing, I remain fascinated by the tow vehicles anglers use to get from Point A to Point B. Whether it’s Craig Lamb telling me about his days of being a personal driver for Forrest Wood’s Ranger-pulling Lincoln Continental, or Rick Pierce telling me about the Lane brothers’ grandfather pulling up to Rodman Reservoir in an old green hearse, I love to hear about anything outside the ordinary.

New Writers: People You Ott to Know

New Writers: People You Ott to Know

I really wish that I’d had some formal training in journalism, because despite a wealth of informal mentors I’ve had to learn many of the hardest lessons through trial and error. One of the skills that I’ve worked hardest on in recent years is the not-so-simple act of building working relationships with specific anglers and industry personalities. I suppose in hardcore investigative journalism they’d call it “cultivating sources.” It involves access and trust.

Dressed to the Nines

Dressed to the Nines

Every tournament angler, whether he’s just fished one local derby for fifty bucks, or has true aspirations of making a living at it, has envisioned the trip to the Bassmaster Classic stage and has picked out his walk-up music. If you tell me you haven’t at least thought about it, you’re lying.

Along for the Ride

Along for the Ride

I’ve blogged for B.A.S.S. at the last 10 Bassmaster Classics, and while I still geek out on it, the boat rides scare the hell out of me. Between wind, boat wakes and general idiocy on the water, I assume that there’s at least a 42.8% chance that meet my eventual demise trying to track down some glitter boat chasing fishing immortality.

Last Dance with A-Mart

Last Dance with A-Mart

Alan Clemons reminded me the other day that Takahiro Omori’s Classic win took place nearly 15 years ago, a lifetime in fishing terms. That was the first Classic I covered as a member of the media, a thousand or so articles and two thousand plus blog posts ago, yet it seems like yesterday.

What Happened to Mentoring?

What Happened to Mentoring?

There are two good articles about spinnerbaiting in the March 2019 issue of Bassmaster, the first by Mark Hicks and featuring Rick Clunn and the second by Steve Price and featuring Matt Herren. They both discuss the same type of lure, but what really caught my attention was the fact that both successful pros had spinnerbait mentors:

When Will the West Win Again?

When Will the West Win Again?

Another Bassmaster Classic is fast approaching and as I looked back at the event’s recent history I was surprised to learn that the last western winner was Skeet Reese in 2009. As westerners have increasingly established themselves at the top of the Elite heap throughout the regular season and in accumulating AOY titles, there’s been a dearth of big trophy traffic going leftward across the country.

Mexico Advice -- Rein in the Lure Wanderlust

Mexico Advice -- Rein in the Lure Wanderlust

I’d guesstimate that I have 80 pounds of tackle in the two bags I keep in storage at Lake El Salto. Most of it consists of proven tools, but there are also plenty of items that haven’t produced a single fish for me down there – including flutter spoons, umbrella rigs and various glide baits. Their lack of production might be because I don’t know what the hell I’m doing, or because I’ve fished them at the wrong times, or a combination of the two, but the bottom line is that they’re wasting space, and so far they’ve wasted time, too.

Enjoy Every Sandwich

Enjoy Every Sandwich

Much has been made of Rick Clunn’s seeming agelessness, the fact that some considered him over-the-hill before he won an Elite Series tournament on the St. Johns River in 2016, and then proceeded to match that feat to start the 2019 season. He’s 72 years old, has been fishing for a living for over four decades, and seems just as fascinated by the intricacies of the sport as he was in the 1970s.

Deep Into Picachos

Deep Into Picachos

The last time I’d visited Mexico’s Lake Picachos, in the summer of 2015, the fishing was insane. The guides, all of whom by local ordinance have to be from the villages that were flooded to make the lake (don’t worry, they were all compensated and relocated), could simply beat the bank and lead you to one fish after another after another.