My whole family is traveling to Oneida to witness the event. That combined with the rest of the situation makes for some pretty heady stuff. I have feelings and thoughts ranging from “Oh my God, what have I done?” to ”Thank goodness, it is just about to end.”
On the one hand, I feel anxiety relating to the last tournament. These all-encompassing competitions have occupied a huge majority of my waking moments for the last 30 years, and I cannot imagine not thinking of the next competitive event.
I acquired most of my early tournament bass fishing experience in waters and situations that were not exactly bass factories. My win in the Super BASS Tournament on the St Johns River is a great example. I fished three days of practice and had exactly two bass bites. I didn’t have many options, but I managed to concentrate on those two fish and focus my efforts in a small area and eked out the win. Of course there were some adjustments along the way, but it produced a life-changing outcome for sure.
Life is about making memories and I certainly made some at Kentucky Lake. I have to say the tournament days were two of the most fun fishing days in my memory. Fun that is until weigh-in. Then the results of catching an average of 100 bass each day were somewhat embarrassing when compared to the rest of the field. Some days you just cannot make them be big.
After spending seven weeks in our Host Camper, we finally got to come home to Meers last week. You know you have spent a long time in a camper when you try to kick-flush the toilet at home. We also had a call on our answering machine from the Electric Co-op wanting to check out what was wrong with our meter. It seems they noticed it was not moving. That’s what happens when you are gone from home for so long with nothing running but a fridge. We truly enjoyed our camper time though. It makes me wish we had become “happy campers” sooner. It’s like having your home with you while on the road.
I definitely had to wait a couple of days to write this one. If I had written anything on Saturday after finishing at Smith Mountain, it would not have been printable without a lot of bleeps. Since my Mom’s advice about saying stuff that was not nice, it took me a little while to get over my mad enough to think of positive things about it.