My highest regard to anyone who dared fish over this past weekend. You apparently have one or more of the following: excellent rain gear; a powerful bilge pump; an insatiable desire to go fishing; no common sense.

Sometimes I love turnovers (the kind my grandmother once made with cherries come to mind immediately), but most times “turnovers” induce agony. Just ask any football coach whether he hopes for turnovers, or ask any bass fisherman if he awaits turnover and you’ll get a similar emphatic response: “NO!”

Most of you have probably invested a lot of your hard-earned dollars on a quality fish finder. Good move - nothing has revolutionized sport fishing in the past half-century as much as the arrival of quality sonar.

Teenagers from eight states across the southeast will battle it out on Saturday, September 26th from 7:30 a.m. until 3:00 p.m. at Laurel Park.

If you have gone fishing more than once you know what I’m talking about: one day you catch fish almost every place you stop to fish; the next day not even a nibble.

Gray skies outside my rain-splattered window are making me rethink my plan to spend half-a-day on the lake.

“That’s enough,” I told myself just before noon on Thursday. “I’m pulling this boat out of the water and then I’m going to the DNR.”

No, I didn’t misspell the word “carp”; I didn’t juxtapose the two middle letters. This site is, and always will be, a family-safe website. (Losing a big fish alongside the boat may have, on occasion, brought a few distasteful words to mind but that’s where they will stay - never part of a headline.)