Dad and Mom tethered me to a tree when I was verily
walking when they took me fishing because they didnít swim.
No, I donít remember it as punishment, I was having the time of
my life catching Blue Gills. Iíve been hooked ever since.
Iím really enjoying my Grandkids and they love to go fishing.
I make sure they have their life vests on, even thou they swim
better than I do. Yes, we
still all catch Blue Gills and have a great time!
All four generations still enjoy fishing.
At the old age
of eight I and a friend won our first tournament and those were the best
tasting Butter Fingers Iíve ever ate!
Iíve been hooked on tournaments ever since.
I have the newspaper clipping to prove it still!
For the record, we knew we didnít have a chance at the biggest
anything, but we knew we could catch the most of anything in his
Uncleís pond. We caught
over 300 Bullheads and even back them we released most of them in the
pond. We knew we could
catch them again and it was just too much work to clean more than just
enough for super.
My dad was more of a hunter than an angler when I was
at home. I was a hunter
too. Every day after school during Nebraskaís pheasant
season I would walk from our farm home in a big circle for about a mile
or so of draws and fence rows with my Lab, King. No one ever told me you canít hunt here, we farmed most of
the land and everyone hunted back then.
I went in what ever direction from home I wanted. I donít remember any shot up signs and our home was never
locked. I really donít
remember shooting a limit the whole time I hunted, I just got table meat
and nothing was ever wasted. Two
birds were about all I wanted to clean by flashlight after chores
anyway. Several years after I left home and moved to Kansas City to
further my education my Mom told me ďI was kinda glad when you moved
out.ĀEspan style="mso-spacerun: yes"> I was floored, but
managed to ask ďWhy?ĀEspan style="mso-spacerun: yes"> She
answered ďWhen you were home hunting everyday after school I
couldnít have chicken and I hate the taste of pheasant!
looked funny to many I suppose, because my Dad did everything possible
to save a pheasant hen and her brood.
Fresh worked fields had random patches of grass and weeds were a
hen had her nest. Hay
fields had standing hay where a doe had her fawn hid. Some grain was
always left for the wildlife and extra hay was available for the deer
during bad storms. Dad
worried about the wildlife, was there enough food and water for them? I remember when one of our ponds was over flowing and little
bullheads were left in the grass to die.
Dad lead the effort to get them all picked up and put back in the
water. None died.
youth forms our adult life. Itís no wonder I consider myself a Conservationist and serve as the Missouri B.A.S.S. Federation State
Conservation/Natural Resource Director (SCNRD) and a Director to, and Chair of the Fresh Water Fisheries Committee for the Conservation
Federation Missouri. Iím
also the Federationís representative to the Clean Water Network.
Iím working at a different level than Dad.
He was right where he knew he was making a difference because he
saw the wildlife numbers increase.
He watched the pheasant chicks he saved grow up.
Few of us will ever be able to make the difference my Dad has.
We have to work together to provide the funds and the tools for
others to make the actual difference.
We are making a difference too!
I am married
to Betty (for 30
years), we have two Children, Bruce of Grandview MO and
Cindy Pummill of Holden MO and Grandkids Katie and Jaycee Pummill,
and JT Noah.
My whole family helps with Federation efforts like the Summer
Sizzler Childrenís Miracle Network Tournament.
When Iím not being a pain in the butt to politicians
who oppose our conservation efforts, I like to be fishing, boating,
hunting, writing, and doing promotions.
Ranger Boats, Evinrude Motors, All Star Rods, Bass Assassin, and
Wordenís Lures have sent me all over the US promoting their products. I keep telling them I need to go to Mexico to test their
products, but I havenít got the tickets yet.
Iíve worked with some of the best in the world and visited with
some of the best sportsmen the world has to offer.
Iíll take an angler or hunter over just about any other person
anytime I need a job done and done right.
I am always
working to find organizations to partner
with to improve the
The National Audubon Society and the Missouri B.A.S.S. Federation have become
allies on several issues including the Wetlands Rider,
National Permit 26, and the Elmslie U.S. Army District, Corps of
Engineerís Permit. Together
this team defeated the Wetlands Rider,
ended the National Permit 26, and the Corps denied the permit.
The Sierra Club and the Federation have teamed together against
the large factor livestock confinement operations in Missouri to create
legislation that has stopped most expansion.
These efforts are never ending.
The teams use the Internet to communicate information and plan
strategies. You may be
called upon to help from time to time too.
Remember, Iím hooked on fishing and tournaments!
Iím on the water a couple times almost every week when itís
not solid. A new lure, rod,
reel, line or do-dad (wifeís term) is all the excuse I need to hit the
lake! I just love the new
toys the UPS Man brings. He
works so hard, I just have to try everyone of them out.
You will be hearing about them here.
I fish tournaments all over the US and look forward to helping
you improve angling results and have fun doing it.
I still make a better guide than tournament winner and I enjoy
the guiding and teaching more than the winning!