Fanatical for fishing and ball
Today dawned with the kind of anticipation that churns fans’ stomachs yet pulls them irresistibly into the game. Fandom delivers great joy, but not without great cost. The thrills of victory push us to the peak, but sooner or later, we will endure a stumble. It happens. Always does. Nobody is perfect. Not in baseball, football or fishing. Today dawned with me launching the Bass Cat on the Ohio River for the annual “King of the River” bass tournament. I won’t know the outcome until later this afternoon, of course, but I had high hopes for a satisfying victory. As you ...