My son, Ryan, and I left Cincinnati at 5 AM this morning, headed for Lake Chickamauga in Tennessee for my third FLW Tournament of the season.
After a short six hour drive down I-75, we were settled into our beautiful Red Roof Inn. I worked on tackle for couple of hours and then headed over to the grocery store to get drinks and lunch stuff for the week. The only time I ever grocery shop is at tournaments. I was totally lost and it took three times longer than it should have.