The setting sun, white-capping waters, and the sound of the half-dead troller motor skimming through the sea... all sounds of the first annual Bass Master Classic fishing tournament here in St. Francisville. Ok, so it's not a real tournament, but the sights and sounds are real...

Jordan, Phil, and I have been enjoying our first day of Spring break with a little skeet shooting, pistols, rifles, and a nice little bass fish in the pond. So far, we're tied at zero.