I’m no millionaire, but I did spend most of last Friday on Gilligan’s Island with my wife Susan.
“Made in the shade." That term came to mind last weekend as I sat under a beach umbrella on Emerald Isle with Susan and our grandson John II, eating watermelon,
Robert Barrett from Youngsville won the BFL Piedmont division tournament on High Rock Lake last Saturday, weighing in five bass that averaged almost 4 pounds each for a total of 19 pounds 5 ounces.
Well it happened again. After a decent practice, I failed to bring home the bacon (although I did hand out a lot of Carolina Country Snacks pork skins samples) in last week’s FLW Rayovac tournament on the James River in Virginia.
Last week I took Friday off so that I could have a four-day break from work since Monday was the Memorial Day holiday. A friend from Vermont, Curt Tindall, was passing through the area on his way to Florida to do some tarpon fishing. He and I spent Friday on the Chickahominy River near Williamsburg Virginia, scouting for fishing spots that I can return to next week to win some big money in the FLW Rayovac season opener tournament there.
Susan and I had as fine a time as we’ve ever had babysitting our 7-month-old granddaughter Ruth Anne Shifflette while our daughter Laura and her husband Eddie attended an out of town wedding last weekend.
Decisions, decisions, decisions. That’s what tournament bass fishing is all about.
Four generations of Bowen’s enjoyed a fishing trip to Kerr Lake last weekend.
I write this week’s column at around 38,000 feet in the air while returning from a business trip to the Dominican Republic, which is on the island of Hispaniola southeast of Cuba.
While I didn't go fishing last weekend, we did have a lot of fun at home.