I sat down for lunch the other day with my First Sergeant, and like most of our conversations, we talked shop for about 10 minutes, and then fishing took over. If I have to hear him talk about bass fishing one more time, I’m going to implode. I finally told him that if he wanted to talk about fishing with me, then he needs to write a fishing article for my blog. Because I am his only friend (and he is mine), he agreed. A few things you should know about my First Sergeant before I spit his wisdom at you: 1) he’s a crusty old infantryman 2) he’s obsessed with his dog, Ralph 3) he’s a back-woods West Virginia boy through and through…and 4) the man spends every waking moment of his free time fishing. “First Sergeant, what are you up to this weekend?”…”Bass fishing tournament ma’am…” Of course…why do I even ask? Anyways, what follows is the Fort Benning area’s bass fishing gospel according to First Sergeant.
Gather ’round kids. First Sergeant is going to tell you a little story about how he had the lake all to himself one fall at Fort Benning and how he…