Written by Dave Mercer on February 10, 2011
By Pete Robbins
In part of his initiation into the BASS brethren (the part that doesn’t require nudity or sheep), Dave will be riding with a competitor on the practice day for next week’s Bassmaster Classic. He knows that I’ve ridden with competitors including Rick Clunn, Aaron Martens, Skeet Reese and Gary Klein during Classic competition, so he asked for recommendations on what to bring. My advice: a pillow and a good book.
Not that it isn’t a privilege to be in the boat with someone on the verge of competing for a half million clams, but the observer doesn’t get to fish. In some respects, you’re an afterthought. Furthermore, to put it politely, while you’re waiting for the day to end, usually in crappy weather, you have no choice but to spend a lot of time looking at — how can I put this best? – the southbound end of a northbound angler.
Fortunately for Dave, he’s riding with Gerald Swindle. I’m not sure if the City of New Orleans will have a Canadian-to-Alabamese translator available, but even if these guys can understand each other, you can be sure that they won’t discuss any of the following:
- The crisis in Egypt;
- Supply side economics;
- John Milton’s poetry; or
- Expert-level opening chess moves.
Seriously, though, what would you pay to be along in that boat for the day? How hard do you think you’d laugh? I’ll try to catch up with both of them that evening and get two mildly censored reports of how the day went.