I know it’s supposed to go unsaid, but, FLW really needs to step up their live coverage game. This “on the water” crop that they currently have is only a little better than a punch in the eye. FLW is so far behind the likes of BASS with their live format, it isn’t even funny. FLW, please get your game on track with today’s information age. We need better coverage for these tournaments!! Oh, and while I am on my soap box, what’s up with not being able to go back and watch a weigh-in? The live weigh-in feature is nice, but, would love to go back through and see the ones I missed.
Archive for June 2014
Some thoughts going into this next tournament on Old Hickory. This has always been my worst Lake. I have had very little luck catching any bass over the 12″ mark. I’ve caught tons of fish, I’ve seen tons of fish caught. However, for whatever reason, I just never do any good.
A friend of mine (Jimmy Trigg) and I headed out a couple of weeks ago, just for some fun fishing. He, like so many others I have fished with in mid summer, wanted to beat the banks. This resulted in the same 12″ bass I have been used to. Given the thoughts of Kentucky Lake, I suggested we find a spot in about 15-20′ of water with a good hump or drop off near by.
Wouldn’t you know it. He knew of just the place, and we caught good fish. The biggest going for just under 4lbs, but we only hung out there for a little while as we moved on in favor of deep docks, which didn’t really pan out.
I can’t wait to get a decent boat and head out on that Lake and finally figure it out. I know, as is evident at the weigh-ins, that there are good fish in this lake. I just really want to spend some time alone on a boat with good electronics working the lake the way I should and figure out exactly what this lakes patterns really are.
As for the tournament this weekend.. I’m not even sure I will make it in. I don’t have a link this time, and didn’t really get my entry paid as soon as I would have liked.
Fingers are crossed and we will find out tomorrow. Saturday I will be at the mercy of my boater to get me withing casting distance of the fish, and at my own mercy to chose the proper presentation and adjust as needed, both to the 93 degree weather, and my boaters temperament in regards to Co anglers and whether or not they should be allowed to fish.
Until tomorrow, all I will be thinking about is a tight wet line…
I was raised in the military. My father was in the US Air Force until well after I moved away from home.
Children who are raised in the military are affectionately referred to as Military Brats. For instance, I was raised as an Air Force Brat.
Understanding the difficulty of a child raised in these types of situations, I have decided that my gift to society shall be a charitable organization which seeks out the parents of Brats who would like for their child to go fishing.
While we will be focused on children of deployed, disabled, or fallen soldiers, we will be open to all military children who are interested in getting a chance to get on the water, learning to fish, and enjoy the outdoors.
We will not be opening the program until we are able to procure a boat worthy of such an endeavor. So, if you are interested in helping us make this dream a reality, please click on the donate button on this or any BlaineWimberly.com page to help.
We will be placing the name of all who donate on the wrap for the boat no matter how much you donate.
If you would like to be involved, please let us know. We would love to have many chapters around the country or even the world.
Have you ever even thought about using a frog on a rip rap bank for big bass?
Yeah, me either. Frogs are for grass, or, that’s what I thought anyway.
Not according to this article with Shaw Grigsby on Wired2fish.com. Give it a look and see what you think.
I came across an inter view of Dave Mercer on World Fishing Network today. While Dave has some valid points in the video, I would like to argue one point he made. See Video Here
During the video he talks about how it doesn’t take a sponsor to become successful. That it is the chicken and egg argument.
He is right, there are good points for both sides of the argument. If you have plenty of money and can spend every day on the water honing your skills, then yes. Success is likely to come before the sponsors. If you are financially strapped, making sacrifices in your life for the sake of fishing, the only time you get on the water is when a buddy invites you, or you are in a tournament, then yes, the sponsorships make success possible. The money you get from those sponsors afford you the ability to spend more time on the water. They afford you better equipment. They take some, if not all, of the stress money brings to your daily life away so that you can focus on fishing and being a better angler and brand ambassador for those companies that believe in you, if only your determination and passion for the sport, enough to afford you those opportunities.
I agree, whole heartedly, that it is a job. A job that begins before you ever get that company to sign on the dotted line. Your job, is to promote their brand and increase sales. If you don’t do that for a company, then you are not doing your job.
I am lucky enough to be on the prostaff of some pretty amazing brands. I have not, yet, reached a point where I get paid by those companies. I haven’t even reached a point where I get products from those companies. I am low on the totem pole where it actually costs me to have these sponsors.
I get a discount on their products and for that discount I am expected to drive me sales to their door. I’m not very good at it yet, but, I am trying to learn and do anything within my means to promote those products, including purchasing products and handing them out to people as “free samples”. While it costs me money that I don’t have, I do it in hopes that one day I will become a sizable enough of a factor that these companies are not only willing to pay me to represent their brands, but, actually want to.
I know the struggles from the other side of the argument that either Mr. Mercer. Some of us need those sponsorship dollars to pursue and become successful in our dream of becoming full time Bass Anglers.
I had to take the day off from work today just to try and clear my head and get it wrapped around what all is happening in my life right now. I went to sleep on Sunday (father’s day) with an amazing little family that had big dreams and big plans for our lives, woke up Monday with a broken home and wondering what the rest of our lives were going to have in store.
Off to search for some clarity…
Briana, daddy loves you more than you will ever know.
Today marks the number one worst and most significant failure of my life.
At 7:52am the morning, I was informed that I had failed to maintain a suitable relationship with the mother of my beautiful daughter. Her mother informed me that she was no longer interested in maintaining a romantic relationship with me.
After some talking, it was obvious she either already had her mind made up or the conversation helped her decide.
Either way, my beautiful, perfect daughter will now spend the rest of her life in a broken home, being raised by some other man because I was unable to find a way to keep her mother happy.
Baby, I’m sorry. I love you more than breath. You are my world, you are my every breath.
I love you,
“Stick with me and I’ll take you places. The ride will be rough, but, the destination will be well worth the journey.”
This is something I said to my girlfriend Ashley Nichols a couple of days ago when I could clearly tell that she was just about over this ride we are on.
I meant every word of it. Things are rough, about as rough as I have had them. We just had Briana about 8 months ago. We moved out of our apartment because we couldn’t afford the rent as it was, but, sure couldn’t afford it with the rent going up.
We were having such a hard time finding a place to live because I’d been late on the rent 10 times in the past three years.
Laying in bed cruising through Craigslist, I get an idea. I came across a 23 foot 5th wheel camping trailer and look over at Ashley and say, “hey, we can buy that and live there for a year or two while we get things together. As soon as I can get a truck that can pull it, we can use it to help us chase these tournaments down as we fight to chase this dream.
She thought it was a wonderful idea. I asked her to contact them and go take a look at it while I was at work the next day. She did, and she loved it.
She came back and I met her after I got off work, went to get the money out of the bank and we headed out to buy us a home. The family who owned it was even nice enough to take it to the local KOA in Nashville and help me set it up.
We were set, all we had to do was sell everything we owned to lean down enough to fit in the trailer. It was going to be great. We were going to get rid of everything we didn’t absolutely need, put a bunch of money in the bank and start living on the cheap and start growing that bank account.
Yeah, that didn’t happen quite the we we planned. The money we brought in from selling everything went back out just as fast as it came in. I had reduced our monthly bills by about $800 a month, yet, when the third time to pay lot rent at the KOA came around, I still wasn’t going to be able to pay it. How does that happen?
So, we decided to have one of our neighbors move the trailer to her parents yard 40 miles away from the KOA and my job. Yeah, that’s right, I have a pretty amazing job, making pretty decent money and still can’t pay my bills.
We’ve been here for about a month or so now, and it seems that we have both gotten so sick of the way things are that it seems like things are slipping and I can’t seem to figure out how to hold on. Apparently, neither can she.
What has my life in such shambles? You may be thinking, “it has to be drugs, or, maybe alcohol”… You would think so. I mean I have known severe drug addicts and alcoholics that could maintain better than this.
Well, no, not drugs, not alcohol.. It’s a dream. A dream of working my way through the ranks of the FLW and, one day, walk across the stage at the Forest Wood Cup as they hand me a check for $500,000.
For the first time in my life I have a dream. I have a dream with goals and a plan to accomplish that goal. I’m working hard at my full time job, I’ve sacrificed most all of my worldly possessions, I am fishing as many tournaments as a co-angler as I can afford (or not even afford). I have a 5 year plan to put in the work that will allow me to work myself up through the ranks.
I have visions of myself and my family traveling around from tournament to tournament. Living in RV parks, and “living the dream”. For those of you who have gone down this road, or have known someone who has, you know what I mean when I say “living the dream”.
I know things will never be easy. Things are going to get a lot tougher before they ever get better and they may only ever get “better” once in a while. I tell you though, I’m good at what I do. I have the work ethic, the stomach, the talent, the heart, and determination to make this work. I also have an amazing woman standing by me that helps keep me on track, shares the dream, and wants this life just as bad as I do. Without those things, I would be lost.
I also have some amazing companies who have enough faith in me to allow me to represent their brand.
Raw Jigs makes the best hand crafted, American made bass catching Jigs on the market today. I have caught so many bass on those Jigs, that some times it can be hard to talk me into putting them down.
Big Bear Fishing Rods – I never knew you could feel a bite so well until I rigged up my Big Bear Rod with a Lews reel full of Seagaur Red Label Floro. Sensitive enough to feel the lightest bite, and backbone enough to pull that fish out of the thickest cover. These hand crafted, American made, rods sport a grip like you have never felt. You have to put one in your hands, when you do, you will never want to use anything else.
Grey Goat Lures – I don’t usually fish with a spinner bait, but, when I do, it’s a Grey Goat Lures spinner bait. They are amazing American hand made baits that I would put
up against anything on the market today.
So, with all of the support that I have, my raw determination, and willingness to make the sacrifices it is going to take, we are going to make it.
I hope you join us for this long bumpy ride, because the destination is going to be well worth the struggle.