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There’s a photogenic bend in the river at Parker where red rock cliffs launch themselves skyward from the water, an epic desert landscape billions of years in the making. The Colorado River has spent...
I was parked on the windy shoulder of the 138 freeway, probably not the most ideal spot for vehicles and trailers to be sitting in the dark. The main gate for the lake isn’t...
There we were, IronMan Mendez and I, sitting over forty five feet of water on a beautiful Perris morning. Dave was glued to his Forward Facing Sonar while I stood there staring at the...
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....
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...
LA kid. Lifelong fisherman. Still chasing bass around Southern California, 100+ days a year.
