It wasn't till just last week I was thinking back in hindsight at an April tournament I was fishing at Garrison Lake here in Delaware, that though i had not had a bite all day, there were in fact signs that I should have been more aware of. I attacked the water with all I could muster. Water temps were in range for a good day and the bass should have been thinking about getting on beds at that point in the season.
This place is loaded with spatterdock fields and very shallow all around. Most of the lake is only about 3 feet deep and does not sport very much shoreline structure. There are some stumps in gatherings and a few that stand alone but are semi-difficult to pinpoint until you are right on them. This is not what I would call your run of the mill, pull up to a spot and make casts type of fishery. All of the ponds in Delaware are very shallow but not quite like this one. If you ever fall overboard and feel like you are going to drown, just stand up. It's like a giant baby pool. First instinct says why even fish there. But I have seen first hand in electro-shock surveys that this puddle holds some very decent fish.
I lent my first efforts to all the smaller patches of spatterdock. I did not want to waste any time searching for a needle in a haystack and there is one HELL of a haystack on the northern side of the pond. It does have the southern exposure which may be why the pads grew in so thick, but you could spend all week fishing that area randomly and touch very little of it. Especially if you are fishing slow. I estimated that concentrating on the much smaller and infinitely more manageable clumps of pads would offer me more time to cover more water. Of course at the time I didn't know that it wouldn't matter. I was mainly throwing a 6 inch YUM saleemander with a tiny 3/16 oz weight to make it hit bottom very lightly. Then I would follow it up with a Bomber floating shallow shad. Of course at the time I didn't know, that too would not matter. We all know you really can't fish pads incorrectly if you have any common sense so I won't get into details- since it did not matter anyway. I tried inside the edges, around the edges, dead center, open pockets and even tried casting all the way across and dragging it back, through the whole patch of pads. None of which even produced a sniff, let alone a bite. Once in a while I would see a pad move here and there which told me the fish were there. Like I was saying before. There really isn't anywhere else for them to go so the "where" is pretty much a gimme. The real trick was getting them to bite.
Weather in the days leading up to the tournament was playing a big factor in the lack of bites. Windy days followed by bluebird days followed by cold storms with a shit ton of rain again followed by wind... and then... more wind. This muddied up the water and I presume cooled it down quite a bit. The overall unstable conditions should have tipped me off right form the beginning and I should have come up with a less conventional game plan. This is why I'm still green. I can't adjust like the KVD's and (dare I say it) Skeet Reeses can just by giving a glancing consideration to conditions.
Finally I'll wrap it up with my last evaluation of the after action. 1. Should have moved around a bit more stealthily. I never cranked up the outboard, but I did crank on the trolling motor close the pads and I think the fish were on high alert that day. 2. Recognizing that the fish in the pads were unresponsive (at least to my presentation) I could have changed to a multitude of different reaction strike baits or better yet, try to find and focus in on as many stumps as I could find. I'm almost positive that this would have gotten me at least one fish. 3. Would have been more wise to spend a little more time on my presentation. Hoping the next one won't be so cruel.
Friday, May 13, 2011
Thursday, March 31, 2011
When All The Pieces Fall In
The first tournament of the spring... if you want to call it that. Destination, Nanticoke River, Seaford Delaware. I arrived last at the ramp but none-the-less motivated to win for a change. I had fished the Delaware Megabucks tourney 2 weeks prior and finished 3rd to who else? None other than the one and only Brian LaClair and Mike Morris of Three Ponds. Yeah, I was pretty proud that me and my partner Steve Soroko were able to hang with them. During that tournament on the 12th of March, Steve and I were finding larger fish on the main river relating to slow moving eddies where the current was moving pretty far from shore. In this Eastern Shore Bassmasters club tournament, I wasn't sure what these larger fish would be stuck on, but I did know they would still be accumulated on the main stretch. I was thrown during the first hours out on the water. The weather during the prior 2 weeks had been and still is- for lack of a better word- inconsistent. 65 degree days followed by highs of only 40 and butt cold nights. I knew the bass would be shook and would demand only the most precise lure and presentation.
I started up river at the fork where the river branches off into 2 swaths of water. The sun had not yet peaked over the trees and the Lowrance was showing a bold font 37.8 degrees F water temp. I'm no genius but I would not want to do much of anything if I were in that water. I was imagining fish down there frozen to the sides of pilings and docked boat hulls, whimpering with impoverished squeaks. The tide was moving in, all the while and with no action and a un-manned draw bridge, I quickly gathered my wits and everything else and high tailed it the hell out of winter wonderland. I made it under the draw bridge with inches to spare and planned to an area close to Broad Creek. I was looking for some active feeders near and around dock pilings... no takers.
The water temperature some 4 1/2 miles down river was not much better but did hold a bit more heat. Sometimes that is all it takes. It is my understanding that the cold night air will cool the surface water but the deeper areas stay more consistent. So that is where I headed for next. A little spot no more than say 50 yards long but has a sharp drop in depth and is out of both incoming and outgoing currents. I tried everything; drop-shot, crankbait, jig, shakey head worm and finally my Pièce de résistance... the spinnerbait. Since I really had no idea what the fish would be keying on I figured I would stick to whatever I caught my first fish on. Fate would have it on a cast to some rocks with said spinnerbait that I would land my first of the day. By this time it was around 10:30am so time was of the essence at that point. I made another agonizingly slow retrieve from the same structure of stone and hooked an even better bass only to lose it 3 feet from the boat.
I'm not one to get flustered over such occurrences, as I know it can only contribute to failure in the end. I gave it one more pass and left the area 1 for 2. Sometimes you just have to cut your losses.
Now that a highlighted pattern was taking form, I concentrated my efforts to those areas that had 3 things. 1) 3 to 5 feet of water. 2) a hard object and 3) the precipice of a drop into deeper water very close to the hard object(s). Sticking to those core characteristics put 3 more decent fish in the bucket and I ran out of time looking for number 5. If you see him, tell him I was looking for him. I smoked the Ranger back to the boat ramp for weigh-in putting a healthy 7.46 pounds on the scale. Since I was last to show that morning I had to show my cards first. Bags of 2, 3 and 4 fish showed but none topped my total weight leading to a fruitful victory (my first with the club). Congrats to Dave for taking the AOY points lead! Next stop... Garrison Lake, DE 4/23/11
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Tuesday, January 25, 2011
A Classic Guy: Q&A With Federation Nation Angler Brian LaClair
Denton, MD- Just west of the Choptank river, there is a man that eats, sleeps and breaths bass fishing. He's not an Elite Series pro. He's not a big time guide. Actually, he's a lot like Joe the plumber. His name: Brian LaClair; hailing from Denton, MD on the Delmarva Peninsula. He works for a living just like you and I, driving a seafood truck around the region delivering the area's hot comodity. When he's not driving a truck, you can often see him out on one of the local rivers driving a bass boat... or fishing from it. Brian is a die hard tournament angler, a competing member of the DE B.A.S.S. Federation Nation. The organization holds regular local tournaments consisting of local anglers, all sanctioned by its mother organization B.A.S.S. If an angler does well enough he/she could find themselves in the national spotlight attending the annual Bassmaster Classic. As it turns out, that's just what Brian did.
I recently caught up with Brian. I asked if I could grill him on his experience thus far and he was more than receptive to taking a few questions from a fellow Federation Nation angler. I had never been to his place before. I really had never carried a long conversation with him and never fished with him either (though I hope I do at some point). I only knew him from a handful of meetings with the Federation Nation where we had spoken briefly about various organizational topics. I really didn't know what to expect.
I arrived at his home in the evening, cold and dark. Among wide open fields (typical for Delmarva) a few houses scattered along an unlit road. Matching up the next house coming with the checkered flag on my GPS, I see it's just a regular farm house, horseshoe driveway with a white picket fence in between. I follow the driveway around the back of his flat noticing the property also contains a sizeable pole shed with a 30 x 10 garage connected to it. I think to myself "This is what I need". As I dismount, I notice Brian approaching from the pole shed to greet me. After our welcome and introduction, he invited me into his think tank. Yeah, remember the 30 x 10 garage? Inside was about 50 sets of deer antlers, various hunting gear and his boat with just about everything in the Bass Pro catalog strewn about on both front and back decks. We stood beside the heater (thank God) for good clip talking about the impending event which will occur Feb. 18-20 in New Orleans, LA. He showed me some maps he'd been pouring over in an attemp to get some kind of grasp on the place. From what I gathered, it's not too different geo-characteristically from here. A giant marsh with lots of little tributaries feeding into one another untill it finally finds the Gulf of Mexico. Really the only difference is climate and square miles. A lot more ditches and canals. Yes, way more of those too. Oh, and the big lakes that connect all the ditches and rivers. Wait, it has canal locks too. Okay, maybe it's not as similar as I thought come to think. As we were discussing the maps, previous bag weights and tackle, I kinda got the feeling that this guy was relived to be talking about all this with one of his fellow local anglers. Almost as if he was venting... getting a weight off his shoulders. I could only imagine the nerve wracking pressure he has been through in the two very noteable tournaments he has been through to qualify for the Classic; the Mid-Atlantic Divisional and the Federation Nation Championship. With him having experienced all this first hand, I had a mind full of questions I was practically peeing my pants to ask him. After all, this is what I ultimately want. This same exact opportunity. This is what he had to say...
Me: "Brian, congrats on making it to the big show. You have accomplished something many attempt but only few succeed. First off, how long have you been fishing on the tournament level?"
BL: [pauses and gleans into thin air]
Me: "That long huh?"
BL: [laughing] "I'm going to say... probably since 1992. You'd have to calculate them years." (19)
Me: "And that's on the Nanticoke and the other rivers?"
BL: "Yeah I started fishing rivers in the early 80's but I never bothered with tournament fishing until about 1992."
Me: "So I guess it's safe to say you definately know exactly what you are doing around these parts."
BL: "I can catch a few fish".
Me: "You pretty much proved that." [snickering]
Me: "Has this always been a realistic goal for you? Did you ever doubt that it would happen? Because you have to admit, making it to the Classic is like one notch below winning the lottery if you are'nt an Elite Series Pro."
BL: "You know, I don't think I've ever pictured myself going to the Classic. Being a goal and a dream? Yes. But actually getting there? I didn't know if it would ever happen."
Me: "So you basically just had the mindset that 'I'm fishing, and if it happens it happens'. You never actually set brackets on the Classic and made it your primary target?"
BL: "More or less."
After that answer I couldn't help but think 'but isn't this what everyone is fishing for?' The chance at being the best and a big pile of cash? How could you not set it as your pinnacle? All the time and money spent on getting there. That brought me to my next question...
Me: "Has this journey been taxing on your life in any way? Obviously you have had to spend copious amounts of time and money on this. How has that affected your family... or has it?"
BL: "Uh... maybe a little bit. It's just me and my wife. She's very understanding; I support her in all her hobbies and everything she does and she in turn does that for me. I think this year though, it has gone more my way than her way. [chuckling] No doubt."
Me: "Who's going with you?"
BL: "My wife will fly down the Wednesday before. My father will drive down around the same time bringing a brother, and a brother-in-law who's coming from Birmingham with his wife."
Me: "Tell me about the Federation Nation Championship, the tournament that ultimately got you to where you are now."
BL: "Well it was on the Red River, [Louisiana]. I did'nt get a chance to go down there and practice. So I had three days, and uh... it's... the river is real vast. It's got a lot of stump fields in it, it's got a lot of back water; you gotta know how to get through it all. To me, three days wasn't enough time to try to figure all that out so I just summed it up and said I'm just gonna stay out on the main river. I practiced two days out on the main river- I caught a few fish [but] not enough to win the tournament. Then I jsut said well I need to push on, I need to go find something better. I went through a lock and I went down and got into a creek. I went in there and took about twenty minutes to figure out that there was enough fish in there for me to stay on for the whole tournament. I went up about a half mile from that creek on the main river and continued to catch em' so I backed down at that point. I figured there was no reason to keep stick'n fish."
His explaination of obviously a remarkable ability to search out bass, told me that Brian knew it was his saving grace. Without knowing that water and having no prior practice, it would have been very difficult to stay up to pace and find his fish during the tournament. An ability that you find common in the best of the best bass anglers. Brian managed to place 8th overall and first among the Mid-Atlantic Division contestants. So with his accomplished spot in the standings and an uncanny ability to locate fish, he will attend the Bassmaster Classic. But that tournament will contain a completely different set of obstacles to contend with, according to Brian...
Me: "Do you think that tournament was a good representation of what you will be up against next month on the Delta?"
BL: "Federation anglers are very good fishermen. But I think some of these pros have more of a professional outlook on how to break things down to get the job done. I think a lot of people get caught up in certain things where I think a professional that gets paid a lot of money and been on the tour for a while. I think they really know how to analyze things and get out of a situation if it's not happening; to move on. Something I think people that don't really spend much time on the water, don't grasp. I really had to learn how to just put it in high gear in these last two or three tournaments, just to get where I got."
Me: "If you had to chose just one defining factor attributing to how you managed to make it all the way to the Classic by means of which some say is the most difficult road. What would it be?"
BL: "Just a lot of time on the water and keep on push'n; just keep on look'n for something better. I wasn't satisfied with anything I was on until I found it. Like Iaconelli says 'never give up'. If you are going to be satisfied with just satisfactory it's not going to happen. And never stop until you are done."
Just what one would imagine the answer would be; a lot of time on the water. But what did he mean by 'done'? Being an angler all too familiar with disappointing days on the water, I think he meant done with fishing all together. I've had those times when I felt that way, but I did'nt stop. He said the word with almost a somber feel. Like someone had died or with the meaning that it was the absolute end of something. I had to find out more. Now that he admitted the all encompassing trait one must posess, I needed to know the lure. His bread and butter...
Me: "Has there been a solid technique or lure or combination of the two that history has told you this is it- this is the go-to?"
Brian pauses for quite some time and thinks carefully with his arms crossed. I thought I would help him out a little...
Me: "All-time."
BL: "All-time? Yeah... If I had to fish one bait; the jig. But throughout these tournaments, nothings the same. That's where I think you gotta be open-minded, don't get hung up on whatever your go-to bait is. If you can't do that, then maybe you need to find water where you can fish on 'em [with that]. You gotta be versitile. You gotta be able to throw a jig as good as you can throw a spinnerbait and a crankbait and all. It's hard to just catch fish on one particular bait unless you're being left alone completely and you have a vast area that's loaded with fish. But it just don't happen that way."
Me: "Do you have an idea of how you might pick the Delta apart?"
BL: "I have a plan. My approach is still in processes but I have three days to practice."
Me: "Has this become a reality for you yet? Has it fully sunk in that this is happening?"
BL: "[very serious] Yes. It took a while".
Me: "When did that happen for you?"
BL: "I'd say probably a couple weeks ago."
Me: "What were the circumstances? What were you doing?"
BL: "Just sat down, got in my boat, got out some of this new gear people are giving me. Sat down and started looking at this GPS. I'm just sitting here summing it all up say'n man this is happening and I gotta get right. Ya know I gotta put my act together and try to go down there and represent Delaware."
My spine shivered at his reply. That's really when it became real for me. That Brian was going to be on TV repping Delaware. And what's more, is that seemed to be his biggest concern of all. Not that he wanted to catch the eye of sponsors or get as much time in the spotlight as possible. He truly, genuinly, wants to go down there and look good for those of us back home...
Me: "Funny you mention representing Delaware. That relates to my next question as a matter of fact. What are your feelings toward being from Delaware? No one really expects much from us because there is no major lakes; no reservoirs. Nothing you could just cut out from work early and spend a few hours on the water. I mean, you would have a little bit of a haul to the closest noteable lake. We have the Nanticoke but it does not equate to anything like these Elite Series guys fish on a regualar basis."
BL: "No, it doesnt. I feel real good about it. I always wanted to see someone from the eastern shore. Even though I live in Maryland, I still am representing Delaware. I feel so great about that. I always wanted to see someone go [from Delamarva] because it's close to D.C., Baltimore- you always hear about the Potomac, the upper [Chesapeake] bay, but you never hear about anybody coming out of here. We've only ever had three anglers in history, that I know of, that have even had a chance. I feel good about that"
Me: "So if someone were to outspokenly write off the guy from Delaware and consider him to not stand a chance, what would you say to that?"
BL: [laughs] "I'm the kind of person that probably wouldn't say a whole lot. And then I would go hard to force him out and then that guy is gonna think twice before he said that again".
Me: "I like that. Prove them wrong by making them sorry they ever opened their mouth".
BL: "I think we have some really strong anglers from Delaware. In fact I know we do. It's just the professional bass fishing industry is a very expensive thing to do. And unless you are sit'n pretty fat, it's hard to go out and fish for a living. I think some of the guys in our Federation could do that. I could."
Me: "You did. You're there."
BL: "Well I mean for a living, on a regualar basis. I can't afford that."
Me: "Does that make you feel like an underdog at all?"
BL: "In some sense, because I have'nt been touring and fishing with a bunch of different professionals. The only thing that has been weighing on my mind, is whether or not the fish I find are going to be competitive in size. Fishing against these guys; I don't have a problem with. I don't compare myself to any of them."
Me: "Are you fully prepared mentally?"
BL: "I have a couple things to work on. I've been advised about the hype. I was just sitting in my boat the other day, by myself, and got a little nervous. I'm just gonna go fish and do what I can."
Me: "Is it intimidating to know you are up against guys that have fished the Classic, and won it, multiple times?"
BL: "It doesn't leave my mind. I think of two guys... Mike Iaconelli and Kevin VanDam. I just keep thinking and thinking that hopefully the fish that I find will be able to compete with thiers".
Me: "What are your expectations for this tournament?"
BL: "I would like to come across that weigh-in station with at least a limit each day".
Me: "Let's say you do the unimaginable and win. What comes next for Brian LaClair?"
BL: "Take it very seriously the next time you get in a boat to go fishing in a qualifier tournament. Fish it like it's the Classic. You gotta fish hard... extremely hard."
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| Brian poses with his favorite fishing buddy. |
I recently caught up with Brian. I asked if I could grill him on his experience thus far and he was more than receptive to taking a few questions from a fellow Federation Nation angler. I had never been to his place before. I really had never carried a long conversation with him and never fished with him either (though I hope I do at some point). I only knew him from a handful of meetings with the Federation Nation where we had spoken briefly about various organizational topics. I really didn't know what to expect.
I arrived at his home in the evening, cold and dark. Among wide open fields (typical for Delmarva) a few houses scattered along an unlit road. Matching up the next house coming with the checkered flag on my GPS, I see it's just a regular farm house, horseshoe driveway with a white picket fence in between. I follow the driveway around the back of his flat noticing the property also contains a sizeable pole shed with a 30 x 10 garage connected to it. I think to myself "This is what I need". As I dismount, I notice Brian approaching from the pole shed to greet me. After our welcome and introduction, he invited me into his think tank. Yeah, remember the 30 x 10 garage? Inside was about 50 sets of deer antlers, various hunting gear and his boat with just about everything in the Bass Pro catalog strewn about on both front and back decks. We stood beside the heater (thank God) for good clip talking about the impending event which will occur Feb. 18-20 in New Orleans, LA. He showed me some maps he'd been pouring over in an attemp to get some kind of grasp on the place. From what I gathered, it's not too different geo-characteristically from here. A giant marsh with lots of little tributaries feeding into one another untill it finally finds the Gulf of Mexico. Really the only difference is climate and square miles. A lot more ditches and canals. Yes, way more of those too. Oh, and the big lakes that connect all the ditches and rivers. Wait, it has canal locks too. Okay, maybe it's not as similar as I thought come to think. As we were discussing the maps, previous bag weights and tackle, I kinda got the feeling that this guy was relived to be talking about all this with one of his fellow local anglers. Almost as if he was venting... getting a weight off his shoulders. I could only imagine the nerve wracking pressure he has been through in the two very noteable tournaments he has been through to qualify for the Classic; the Mid-Atlantic Divisional and the Federation Nation Championship. With him having experienced all this first hand, I had a mind full of questions I was practically peeing my pants to ask him. After all, this is what I ultimately want. This same exact opportunity. This is what he had to say...
Me: "Brian, congrats on making it to the big show. You have accomplished something many attempt but only few succeed. First off, how long have you been fishing on the tournament level?"
BL: [pauses and gleans into thin air]
Me: "That long huh?"
BL: [laughing] "I'm going to say... probably since 1992. You'd have to calculate them years." (19)
Me: "And that's on the Nanticoke and the other rivers?"
BL: "Yeah I started fishing rivers in the early 80's but I never bothered with tournament fishing until about 1992."
Me: "So I guess it's safe to say you definately know exactly what you are doing around these parts."
BL: "I can catch a few fish".
Me: "You pretty much proved that." [snickering]
Me: "Has this always been a realistic goal for you? Did you ever doubt that it would happen? Because you have to admit, making it to the Classic is like one notch below winning the lottery if you are'nt an Elite Series Pro."
BL: "You know, I don't think I've ever pictured myself going to the Classic. Being a goal and a dream? Yes. But actually getting there? I didn't know if it would ever happen."
Me: "So you basically just had the mindset that 'I'm fishing, and if it happens it happens'. You never actually set brackets on the Classic and made it your primary target?"
BL: "More or less."
After that answer I couldn't help but think 'but isn't this what everyone is fishing for?' The chance at being the best and a big pile of cash? How could you not set it as your pinnacle? All the time and money spent on getting there. That brought me to my next question...
Me: "Has this journey been taxing on your life in any way? Obviously you have had to spend copious amounts of time and money on this. How has that affected your family... or has it?"
BL: "Uh... maybe a little bit. It's just me and my wife. She's very understanding; I support her in all her hobbies and everything she does and she in turn does that for me. I think this year though, it has gone more my way than her way. [chuckling] No doubt."
Me: "Who's going with you?"
BL: "My wife will fly down the Wednesday before. My father will drive down around the same time bringing a brother, and a brother-in-law who's coming from Birmingham with his wife."
Me: "Tell me about the Federation Nation Championship, the tournament that ultimately got you to where you are now."
BL: "Well it was on the Red River, [Louisiana]. I did'nt get a chance to go down there and practice. So I had three days, and uh... it's... the river is real vast. It's got a lot of stump fields in it, it's got a lot of back water; you gotta know how to get through it all. To me, three days wasn't enough time to try to figure all that out so I just summed it up and said I'm just gonna stay out on the main river. I practiced two days out on the main river- I caught a few fish [but] not enough to win the tournament. Then I jsut said well I need to push on, I need to go find something better. I went through a lock and I went down and got into a creek. I went in there and took about twenty minutes to figure out that there was enough fish in there for me to stay on for the whole tournament. I went up about a half mile from that creek on the main river and continued to catch em' so I backed down at that point. I figured there was no reason to keep stick'n fish."
His explaination of obviously a remarkable ability to search out bass, told me that Brian knew it was his saving grace. Without knowing that water and having no prior practice, it would have been very difficult to stay up to pace and find his fish during the tournament. An ability that you find common in the best of the best bass anglers. Brian managed to place 8th overall and first among the Mid-Atlantic Division contestants. So with his accomplished spot in the standings and an uncanny ability to locate fish, he will attend the Bassmaster Classic. But that tournament will contain a completely different set of obstacles to contend with, according to Brian...
Me: "Do you think that tournament was a good representation of what you will be up against next month on the Delta?"
BL: "Federation anglers are very good fishermen. But I think some of these pros have more of a professional outlook on how to break things down to get the job done. I think a lot of people get caught up in certain things where I think a professional that gets paid a lot of money and been on the tour for a while. I think they really know how to analyze things and get out of a situation if it's not happening; to move on. Something I think people that don't really spend much time on the water, don't grasp. I really had to learn how to just put it in high gear in these last two or three tournaments, just to get where I got."
Me: "If you had to chose just one defining factor attributing to how you managed to make it all the way to the Classic by means of which some say is the most difficult road. What would it be?"
BL: "Just a lot of time on the water and keep on push'n; just keep on look'n for something better. I wasn't satisfied with anything I was on until I found it. Like Iaconelli says 'never give up'. If you are going to be satisfied with just satisfactory it's not going to happen. And never stop until you are done."
Just what one would imagine the answer would be; a lot of time on the water. But what did he mean by 'done'? Being an angler all too familiar with disappointing days on the water, I think he meant done with fishing all together. I've had those times when I felt that way, but I did'nt stop. He said the word with almost a somber feel. Like someone had died or with the meaning that it was the absolute end of something. I had to find out more. Now that he admitted the all encompassing trait one must posess, I needed to know the lure. His bread and butter...
Me: "Has there been a solid technique or lure or combination of the two that history has told you this is it- this is the go-to?"
Brian pauses for quite some time and thinks carefully with his arms crossed. I thought I would help him out a little...
Me: "All-time."
BL: "All-time? Yeah... If I had to fish one bait; the jig. But throughout these tournaments, nothings the same. That's where I think you gotta be open-minded, don't get hung up on whatever your go-to bait is. If you can't do that, then maybe you need to find water where you can fish on 'em [with that]. You gotta be versitile. You gotta be able to throw a jig as good as you can throw a spinnerbait and a crankbait and all. It's hard to just catch fish on one particular bait unless you're being left alone completely and you have a vast area that's loaded with fish. But it just don't happen that way."
Me: "Do you have an idea of how you might pick the Delta apart?"
BL: "I have a plan. My approach is still in processes but I have three days to practice."
Me: "Has this become a reality for you yet? Has it fully sunk in that this is happening?"
BL: "[very serious] Yes. It took a while".
Me: "When did that happen for you?"
BL: "I'd say probably a couple weeks ago."
Me: "What were the circumstances? What were you doing?"
BL: "Just sat down, got in my boat, got out some of this new gear people are giving me. Sat down and started looking at this GPS. I'm just sitting here summing it all up say'n man this is happening and I gotta get right. Ya know I gotta put my act together and try to go down there and represent Delaware."
My spine shivered at his reply. That's really when it became real for me. That Brian was going to be on TV repping Delaware. And what's more, is that seemed to be his biggest concern of all. Not that he wanted to catch the eye of sponsors or get as much time in the spotlight as possible. He truly, genuinly, wants to go down there and look good for those of us back home...
Me: "Funny you mention representing Delaware. That relates to my next question as a matter of fact. What are your feelings toward being from Delaware? No one really expects much from us because there is no major lakes; no reservoirs. Nothing you could just cut out from work early and spend a few hours on the water. I mean, you would have a little bit of a haul to the closest noteable lake. We have the Nanticoke but it does not equate to anything like these Elite Series guys fish on a regualar basis."
BL: "No, it doesnt. I feel real good about it. I always wanted to see someone from the eastern shore. Even though I live in Maryland, I still am representing Delaware. I feel so great about that. I always wanted to see someone go [from Delamarva] because it's close to D.C., Baltimore- you always hear about the Potomac, the upper [Chesapeake] bay, but you never hear about anybody coming out of here. We've only ever had three anglers in history, that I know of, that have even had a chance. I feel good about that"
Me: "So if someone were to outspokenly write off the guy from Delaware and consider him to not stand a chance, what would you say to that?"
BL: [laughs] "I'm the kind of person that probably wouldn't say a whole lot. And then I would go hard to force him out and then that guy is gonna think twice before he said that again".
Me: "I like that. Prove them wrong by making them sorry they ever opened their mouth".
BL: "I think we have some really strong anglers from Delaware. In fact I know we do. It's just the professional bass fishing industry is a very expensive thing to do. And unless you are sit'n pretty fat, it's hard to go out and fish for a living. I think some of the guys in our Federation could do that. I could."
Me: "You did. You're there."
BL: "Well I mean for a living, on a regualar basis. I can't afford that."
Me: "Does that make you feel like an underdog at all?"
BL: "In some sense, because I have'nt been touring and fishing with a bunch of different professionals. The only thing that has been weighing on my mind, is whether or not the fish I find are going to be competitive in size. Fishing against these guys; I don't have a problem with. I don't compare myself to any of them."
Me: "Are you fully prepared mentally?"
BL: "I have a couple things to work on. I've been advised about the hype. I was just sitting in my boat the other day, by myself, and got a little nervous. I'm just gonna go fish and do what I can."
Me: "Is it intimidating to know you are up against guys that have fished the Classic, and won it, multiple times?"
BL: "It doesn't leave my mind. I think of two guys... Mike Iaconelli and Kevin VanDam. I just keep thinking and thinking that hopefully the fish that I find will be able to compete with thiers".
Me: "What are your expectations for this tournament?"
BL: "I would like to come across that weigh-in station with at least a limit each day".
Me: "Let's say you do the unimaginable and win. What comes next for Brian LaClair?"
BL: "I think I would have to sit and talk it over with my family. I think there would definately be some professional fishing going on. I'd have to see if it works out, you know?"
Me: "Well let's put it this way. You have qualified for the Bassmaster Classic, which is aimed at bringing the best 50 anglers in the world together to fish against one another. You are one of them... so in my mind that means that even if you finish dead last, you're still 50th best out of millions. Right?"
BL: "I haven't really ever thought of it like that. I figured I would want to be up in the top ten at least. In past Classic history, the only ones that are ever really remembered, are the guys that win it. I'm not going to just cut myself short to be satisfied. If I think I can go for it... I'm going for it. I'll be swinging for the fence. I don't have anything to lose in this one. I think that's the only way to look at it. This might be my only chance."
He told me his mindset for the big tournament in February. I got a good inkling that Brian is focused and won't be distracted by all the glitz and glam. A truly devoted character that deserves all his accomplishments by all the work he's put in, and the positive attitude he has carried all the long way. I finalized our interview by asking him about what it takes...
Friday, January 14, 2011
B.A.S.S.'s Unfortunate Crisis: Part 2
It's a good thing I don't use speech to text to write. If that were the case, my foot would be disabling me from creating this very article. In part one of this article, I mentioned that B.A.S.S. and it's lackluster diligence to re-seat a new National Conservation Director, seemed uninterested in getting the position filled. Secondarily, taking the national conservation meeting at the Classic out of the scene for yet another year. Well... ironically, the day after I posted the article, through e mails sent back and forth between all of us Federation Nation conservation guys, I was happy, exuberant, surprised and taken back to learn that Tim Cook (TX) had spoken with Jerry McKinnis (one of the new owners of B.A.S.S.) after Dave Santos (CT) had reported that Noreen Clough had been appointed the new National Conservation Director. Or should I say "re-appointed" given that she was the incumbent when Chris Horton came on board.
In such a case I am glad to be wrong in the sense that B.A.S.S. seemed to be ripped from its deep conservation minded roots. I guess I jumped the gun and didn't give it enough time. In Tim's messages with Mr. McKinnis it was evident that getting the program into full force again was one of the things weighing on his mind saying “I think the CD meeting is so important to achieve our goals.” Also making it evident that talks would resume about the meeting being held in the future. Not to throw a negative spin on things but what's the saying? 'Talk is cheap'. Not to say I'm not feeling positive about the recent subject attention, but at the same time I'm not going to let myself be taken to the races by talk. I want to see action. That qualifies as extra purchase to me and it speaks louder than words. In a realm where we, the guys doing this for free because we recognize that it drastically increases the quality of the sport, have been shown time over time all the 'mean nothings' that mere words offer. Jerry, if you are reading, I greatly appreciate what you are considering. But don't take it personal if some of us don't buy all-in until we are all sitting at a table sanctioned by B.A.S.S. discussing what we do best... protecting the resources of our sport.
In such a case I am glad to be wrong in the sense that B.A.S.S. seemed to be ripped from its deep conservation minded roots. I guess I jumped the gun and didn't give it enough time. In Tim's messages with Mr. McKinnis it was evident that getting the program into full force again was one of the things weighing on his mind saying “I think the CD meeting is so important to achieve our goals.” Also making it evident that talks would resume about the meeting being held in the future. Not to throw a negative spin on things but what's the saying? 'Talk is cheap'. Not to say I'm not feeling positive about the recent subject attention, but at the same time I'm not going to let myself be taken to the races by talk. I want to see action. That qualifies as extra purchase to me and it speaks louder than words. In a realm where we, the guys doing this for free because we recognize that it drastically increases the quality of the sport, have been shown time over time all the 'mean nothings' that mere words offer. Jerry, if you are reading, I greatly appreciate what you are considering. But don't take it personal if some of us don't buy all-in until we are all sitting at a table sanctioned by B.A.S.S. discussing what we do best... protecting the resources of our sport.
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
B.A.S.S.'s Unfortunate Crisis
It is what it is. The economic downturn that has brought company after company to it's knees and reeks havoc on the wallets of families across the nation, does not differentiate among 'good cause' efforts from organizations like the conservation initiative driven by B.A.S.S. for years and years. Any of the national conservation directors can tell you that the gears have all but stopped at the B.A.S.S. headquarters in Celebration, FL. Recently sold into new ownership, but no new direction. Where there used to be a national conservation director, is now an empty office chair after the leading mind of conservation efforts from B.A.S.S., Chris Horton, left the job for an opportunity in Federal Government. The position has yet to be refilled and B.A.S.S. does not seem to have any intention of refilling that office anytime soon. A once a year meeting held by B.A.S.S. at the Bassmaster Classic, bringing all the states together to discuss current issues is going into it's second year of non-existence. With all this, conservation minded anglers are beginning to wonder. What is becoming of this sport? What is the future, if in fact there even is one? The last shimmer of hope lies scattered across the nation in the hearts of the individual state's conservation leaders like Scott Sewell, conservation director of Maryland's B.A.S.S. affiliate, Federation Nation. He says it's a big difference now from the way things used to be, "and I don't mean that in a good way", before B.A.S.S. and TBF split apart. It left some bad blood laced with a little negativity mixed in on anglers' minds and on the water. Anglers parted ways and clubs dissolved. Is this what is happening to the conservation program? I'll leave names out of this statement but I have heard some say that it all boils down to selfish members that only want to fish. They just assume let a select few do all the 'extra' stuff and save their time for fishing. My personal take on it is this; if a person joins for the soul intent to fish tournaments then so be it. Let them. If everybody takes that stance however, there will be no big money purses, none of the sponsorship packages you dream of, good fisheries will head south and everything will go back to square one like Ray Scott never came up with the idea. It takes extra effort to make all this happen. The grandeur of it all depends on how many give that extra effort. You get out, what you put in. There isn't a more simple equation. For too long, too many have operated on the backs of other's good givings. Time, money, ideas. People have stopped stepping up to take their turn at the grind stone. It's going to take that in opposite to bring things back to glory.
My case is what some (if they really read me correctly) might call self serving. I became the conservation director for both my club and the DBFN for the same reason T.R. created the national parks; he liked to hunt the animals that lived there. He understood that these were the heirlooms of America. Places where people could see with their own eyes the majesty of this planet. In similar comparison, I enjoy the challenge bass fishing offers so I naturally want them to always be there in the waters I like to fish. In all honesty, if B.A.S.S. left the face of the earth tomorrow, I wouldn't quit fishing or spending time with other members of my club. Sure, my goal of being a competitor in the Classic would obviously change gears but it would not make the act of fishing any less fun.
The take-home here is that people are going to have to decide what they want the future to contain for the sport of bass fishing. If they want the glitz and glamor and spotlight time that big tournaments provide, they are going to have to do more than just pay the entry fee. They are going to have to say enough is enough and move forward with the things that make it all happen and ensure the road is paved for tomorrow. B.A.S.S. has long said that ensuring the future of the sport lies through conservation and youth. In my opinion that makes all the sense in the world. The two major components of the sport are the fish and people interested in catching them. But in recent years, it seems like those folks at B.A.S.S. have taken back that train of thought. Or maybe they still do take that stance but just can't quite get the wheels rolling enough to move ahead. Is it that the turmoil that ensued in so many different ways, brought everything to a screeching halt? Crippling the sport and driving the morale of the members into the ground? I'm no business genius by any measure, but I do know that being stagnant means death. This leadership must drudge on and stop letting these hurdles incapacitate the true value that makes bass fishing what it is... the people.
My case is what some (if they really read me correctly) might call self serving. I became the conservation director for both my club and the DBFN for the same reason T.R. created the national parks; he liked to hunt the animals that lived there. He understood that these were the heirlooms of America. Places where people could see with their own eyes the majesty of this planet. In similar comparison, I enjoy the challenge bass fishing offers so I naturally want them to always be there in the waters I like to fish. In all honesty, if B.A.S.S. left the face of the earth tomorrow, I wouldn't quit fishing or spending time with other members of my club. Sure, my goal of being a competitor in the Classic would obviously change gears but it would not make the act of fishing any less fun.
The take-home here is that people are going to have to decide what they want the future to contain for the sport of bass fishing. If they want the glitz and glamor and spotlight time that big tournaments provide, they are going to have to do more than just pay the entry fee. They are going to have to say enough is enough and move forward with the things that make it all happen and ensure the road is paved for tomorrow. B.A.S.S. has long said that ensuring the future of the sport lies through conservation and youth. In my opinion that makes all the sense in the world. The two major components of the sport are the fish and people interested in catching them. But in recent years, it seems like those folks at B.A.S.S. have taken back that train of thought. Or maybe they still do take that stance but just can't quite get the wheels rolling enough to move ahead. Is it that the turmoil that ensued in so many different ways, brought everything to a screeching halt? Crippling the sport and driving the morale of the members into the ground? I'm no business genius by any measure, but I do know that being stagnant means death. This leadership must drudge on and stop letting these hurdles incapacitate the true value that makes bass fishing what it is... the people.
Saturday, August 14, 2010
Sinking Feeling
My bottom line is these ponds need to be dredged or they are just going to fill in. Which leaves me to the temptation to just forget about the shells altogether. I also pondered the thought of just adding more to each site, as it can only sink so far. In short, the above photo is the substitute for the awesome underwater photo I was trying for to show the couch shell that's not really there.
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Friday, August 13, 2010
Avoidance Is Not the Answer
Sunday August 1st, 2010. Arch nemesis: Upper Chesapeake Bay. Made it to the ramp on time despite my usual missed turn in Galena that sends me into Sassafras instead of Turner's Creek. It's still all good. Left Bob, LEFT damn it! Fellow club members, queue laughter. I figured going into this tournament I would just fish it like I fish the Potomac this time. A lot of the characteristics are similar if not the same and I usually do very well on the Potomac. I don't fish the Upper Chessie very much because that place just gives me bad vibes. I don't deny it's productivity and credentials as a world class bass fishery, it just gives me an uneasy feeling about navigation and basic mechanics of fishing there. It has a reputation for tearing up boats and gear and the fish tend to get widespread cases of lockjaw. I would advise greenhorns to use extreme caution here and learn it at a very slow pace. Take a couple of YEARS to learn the ins and outs of fishing the various tributaries and navigating them. Don't force yourself to learn it by fishing tournaments on the Upper Chesapeake because it will do to you what it has done to me. Discourage, rape your confidence and beat up your gear. My only saving grace is that I was born with a gift. Having nerves of steel and a head as hard as diamond... I'll learn it, just the hard way. You should learn it by learning from mine and others mistakes. A while back I vowed to never return to fish there again. That's not a good idea since a lot of the area's major tournaments are staged either on the North East or the Sassafras. (Both tributaries of the Chesapeake)
I started off in this tournament with high hopes of at least bringing in a few fish. From talking to other seasoned anglers of the water, I knew about a grass bed directly across the Sassafras from Turner's Creek. I made a B line to that location and immediately started finesse fishing a tiny T rigged creature bait, focusing on the area between shoreline structure and the edge of the grass. I was getting little bites but nothing would full on take it away. I put it down and grabbed a favorite spinnerbait of mine and the second cast, about half way through the retrieve, a 22 inch striper nailed it. I figured that the early morning light would do those blades justice and I was getting what I thought was a signal from the fish. I left the trolling motor on and continued up the shoreline and got another hammering hit from another rockfish who was evidently making his morning rounds near a duck blind. I decided to cut my losses in this area because after all, I'm not in a striped bass tournament.
I moved all the way across the bay to an area close to Aberdeen. Since I was getting hits from the spinnerbait I just stuck with it and fished it past indentations in the grass line. I ended up with 8 more frigg'n stripers on the end of my line, ranging in size; the largest at about 19 inches. That information that took me about 3 and a half hours to get put me in a decision making situation. I had to decide if I was going to move out of the area or stay put and just switch things up a bit. I could have made about a 30 minute ride into the Susquehanna or try fishing inside the grass I was already at, where I predicted the bass might be escaping the hot weather.
The beds I was near had holes scattered about in the middle of them. Another signature they carried was a drop after the edge. I felt this was a good plan and grabbed the flipp'n rod and got at it. My targets were the holes, edge and sparse grass clumps on the drop off. None of which produced a single bite on my Big Show Craw. Out of time, luck and steam, I headed back to the ramp with empty buckets. To end on an up note though, in passing a big fishing cruiser as I neared the mouth of the Sassafras; some nice looking ladies thought it necessary to flash their very beautiful tits as I rode by at 60 mph. Thank you whoever you girls are. My crap day of fishing was instantly forgotten.
I started off in this tournament with high hopes of at least bringing in a few fish. From talking to other seasoned anglers of the water, I knew about a grass bed directly across the Sassafras from Turner's Creek. I made a B line to that location and immediately started finesse fishing a tiny T rigged creature bait, focusing on the area between shoreline structure and the edge of the grass. I was getting little bites but nothing would full on take it away. I put it down and grabbed a favorite spinnerbait of mine and the second cast, about half way through the retrieve, a 22 inch striper nailed it. I figured that the early morning light would do those blades justice and I was getting what I thought was a signal from the fish. I left the trolling motor on and continued up the shoreline and got another hammering hit from another rockfish who was evidently making his morning rounds near a duck blind. I decided to cut my losses in this area because after all, I'm not in a striped bass tournament.
I moved all the way across the bay to an area close to Aberdeen. Since I was getting hits from the spinnerbait I just stuck with it and fished it past indentations in the grass line. I ended up with 8 more frigg'n stripers on the end of my line, ranging in size; the largest at about 19 inches. That information that took me about 3 and a half hours to get put me in a decision making situation. I had to decide if I was going to move out of the area or stay put and just switch things up a bit. I could have made about a 30 minute ride into the Susquehanna or try fishing inside the grass I was already at, where I predicted the bass might be escaping the hot weather.
The beds I was near had holes scattered about in the middle of them. Another signature they carried was a drop after the edge. I felt this was a good plan and grabbed the flipp'n rod and got at it. My targets were the holes, edge and sparse grass clumps on the drop off. None of which produced a single bite on my Big Show Craw. Out of time, luck and steam, I headed back to the ramp with empty buckets. To end on an up note though, in passing a big fishing cruiser as I neared the mouth of the Sassafras; some nice looking ladies thought it necessary to flash their very beautiful tits as I rode by at 60 mph. Thank you whoever you girls are. My crap day of fishing was instantly forgotten.
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