We were about go back into time. Literally. A place that hasn’t changed much in 100 years and still has a fishery without a million boats hammering it daily and high rises on every corner. Venice, Louisiana. We took off around 10 a.m. after a quick trip to...
It’s the Summer of 1992, and I was a razor thin 14-year-old living my best life. I was fishing off the blinding white Anna Maria Island beaches in between baseball practice and games, Super Nintendo, Shark Week, and beach volleyball. Those were the happiest,...
I met Nemesis Chapman for the first time at a farm somewhere in the middle of Nowhere, Florida, just outside of Jacksonville, Florida. I found him through the classified ads in the Florida Times Union Newspaper. He was a great listener, an unbelievable athlete, and my...
