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 Everyone has a story. Here's mine.

"There are always new places to go fishing. For any fisherman there's always a new place, always a new horizon." - ​​​​​​Jack Nicklaus

​I'm betting it's rather uncommon to hook a boy on fishing through the art of getting skunked, but that's how it started with me.

Living in Chicago (hardly the bastion of bass fishing), my father took my brother and I to Wisconsin to fish for one day. This was the equivalent of a four-week vacation to me at the time, as we had little wealth to speak of. 

The result of the trip was short on fish and long on adventure in the minds of two young boys. For my brother, I'm quite certain, it sewed the seeds of the open road, which has remained his love to this day, and for me... well... just look at this website. Ding, ding, ding, ding!

As a young fisherman, moving from Chicago to Phoenix, Arizona, would be more beneficial to me than I even knew. At the time of the move, I was only obsessed with seeing ground that wasn't flat. My father told me the tales of the mountains out west, and I was mesmerized at the thought. Within two years, however, the mountains were of little concern, as my fishing fever would be a full-fledged flu.

As a young man I fished from makeshift boats, motors that didn't run most of the time, and trolling motors rigged with wood and turned backwards to make them work like the pros on TV. I even learned to gingerly stand up in the front of my skinny John boat to get the "feel" of being on tour and dreaming of the day I could talk to Ray Scott on stage. Falling in the water in the deep of winter didn't keep me from standing again and again.

As a mid teen, I bought my first Bass Tracker and began to fish tournaments. Working nearly full time to keep up my fishing habit, it meant I had to tow my boat to school and work sometimes. My English teacher once told me that she would just look in the parking lot when she needed to know if I'd be staying after school for study class. If my boat was there, she knew the answer. She loved me. There's just something likable about a man that fishes I guess.

Winning my first tournament at the age of 16, cemented in me the want to... Ummm..... WIN MORE OF THEM. So...I purchased my first big glass boat at 18 years old and planned on hitting the larger circuits. There was no such thing as high school or college fishing at the time, so the adults just called me Killer. They took my money most of the time, but I liked the nickname nonetheless.

Having good success in my late teens did not mean I would be spared from the lessons of life. Having some equipment breakdowns that were quite costly actually cost me quite a bit...like...my boat and my tow vehicle. Having to take out a loan just to sell them to fix everything, meant I was out of fishing for the first time since a boy. Hard to swallow, but God had other plans.

By my early 20's I had started a family with two bouncing baby girls. Though this further delayed fishing, it wasn't a concern to me at the time. Amazing how putting food on the table can focus a man.

Having started a company, I ventured back into the tournament world in 1999 and with good success. Winning multiple tournaments and almost always cashing checks, I won a boat that year, and it seemed as though I was back on my way. I remember my father being relieved to see me fishing again. Unfortunately, with a new welding business and a family, I had to give it up once again - and this time not returning for many, many years.

Years later, having two grown daughters and finding myself single once more, I married what I think is an Angel. I will have to confirm if she's human when I pass the pearly gates, but nonetheless, I began fishing again - and this time with the blessing of her...my wife. 

Having a successful business that I've built has made professional tournament fishing not just more enjoyable the last few years, but more importantly... less volatile. And that is an amazing feeling, because anyone that fishes competitively knows it can be hard to make all the ends meet at home and on the road. If you don't think I remember...just read this from the top again.

It's been a long road, but this time I am here to stay, and I'm living my dream right now.

How many people can say that?

God is good.

Let's fish.

  My story