"You can't fish harder than I do..."

"You gotta just bear down and fish harder." This was the recent advice of a neighbor who "used" to fish tournaments about what to do when the weather got bad. Jimmy disliked the whole thought and knew that the neighbor was just a local pond fisherman now and would never understand how hard tournament fishermen fish today. Tournaments were a lot different in the 60"s & 70"s but now a guy had to be good to win and Jimmy planned on winning.
He had been to the academy store a few miles from his house more times than he would admit. A few lunch rendezvous and even a quick swing in before heading home were probably the norm not the exception. Today he looked at all the Zoom products searching for that perfect lizard color. He thought about the old timer that had told him he used to kill em on purple chartreuse. He remembered a few years back when he caught a bunch on muscadine. But that was spring and on a Carolina rig this was late fall and perhaps he would just go with green pumpkin. He was noticing that the in house brand was sure taking up a lot of shelf space and wondered if they would even be bringing the other stuff back. He thought he might go out to Bass Pro but it was a long drive and he really wanted to beat his wife home and throw his new purchases in the closet before a discussion took place.
The tournament was two Saturday's away but Jimmy likes to be ready early. Leaving Academy he decided that maybe a trip to BPS would be okay if he didn't spend anything else on tackle before the tourney. Arriving at BPS he parked close and marveled at the amount of money spent on the pond and then he went inside. There he ran into him. He looked cocky as ever and Jimmy was in no mood for the latest story of a break off or any other excuse. Phil started with..