“Good Job Out There”
There’s a very specific kind of confidence you don’t talk about much in tournament fishing. It’s not the “we figured them out” confidence. It’s the quieter one. The “yep… we’re not winning this” confidence....
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There’s a very specific kind of confidence you don’t talk about much in tournament fishing. It’s not the “we figured them out” confidence. It’s the quieter one. The “yep… we’re not winning this” confidence....
We were crawling back home north on the 5, tail between our legs, dodging the usual San Diego Driving Academy graduates. You know the ones. Dudes trailering boats in the fast lane, brake-checkers, and...
Before most of us ever knew his name, Albert “OG” Medina was already grinding through the infamous City Park Bass Circuit. You know the one. Lincoln, Echo, Legg — the kind of fisheries where...
Our Tournament Director opened the fridge Friday night during our house dinner, and a few seconds later, shouted, “Who in the F*CK is marinating their plastics with teriyaki sauce?!” He had grabbed a Tupperware...
Once upon a time, I was asked what my favorite bass was to target. I blurted out “Spotted Bass!!” before the person asking could finish the question, and then went off on a campaign-like style...