I've spent some time going through this thread and was a bit surprised at the offense taken by many. To answer why I don't fish tournaments the answer is simple, I don't really have the time to. I'm blessed to be a weekday morning fisherman and don't have enough weekends to spare to make tournament fishing viable and I don't see that changing any time soon. I keep an eye on the local clubs and have thought about joining but it just doesn't make sense though I'll give it a shot one day.
Now that's not really the question you asked. What you asked is why I fish for bass and that is a question I've asked myself. When I pass a boat trolling, maybe for lake trout, hybrids, walleye, or salmon, or perhaps I pass a perfectly splayed set of rods in search of crappie, or a guy with a hefty broomstick rigged up for catfish, I ask myself, "why am I doing this instead of that."
I was maybe three or four when I started heading out with my dad and company on the Great South Bay of Long Island in search of, mostly fluke and flounder. Squid strips or spearing with big heavy weights dragged across sandy bottom are my earliest fishing memories. We always played for keeps and having to throw one back because it didn't quite make length was always a cruel ritual. It wasn't always fluke and we would run into a wide variety of fish which was always an exciting affair but as much fun as it was it could be oppressively boring and our little skiff offered no reprieve from the brutal summer sun or a rough windy day. Fishing was an exhausting activity. My dad worked six days a week more often than not and this type of fishing wasn't a convenient thing and so when a day to fish came up it would be quiet the adventure, dawn till dusk. This is what fishing was to me.
I left Long Island for collage and my dad moved away to Texas shortly after so our saltwater trips became far and few, relegated to charters or party boats. In my mid-twenties I was living across the street from a small pond in New Jersey and a noticed the trout stocking postings one day so I bought my license and a cheap Walmart spinning rod and had a blast cleaning up trout and bluegill like I had on the handful of trips to my great aunts pond in Indiana during my childhood but it got old fast. It was unbelievably easy fishing.
I'd pond hop with friends on occasion and fish for whatever would bite, bass included, but a few years ago I was invited on a week long men's fishing trip to Black Lake in upstate New York. It was family and friends of a friend and there was a good group of us younger guys and plenty of old timers. Some were better fishermen than others but everyone was there to wet a line and relax. The weather was hot and the water was very low and full of weeds. The fishing wasn't very good but we managed a decent haul of panfish, bass, and pike over that week. One guy even pulled up a decent sized walleye. That trip really rekindled the desire to go fishing, freshwater in particular, but more so it made me realize that I really didn't like fishing from shore. I don't hate it but I find it tedious and quickly bore of it but fishing from a boat is what I grew up on and a fishing trip from dawn till dusk wouldn't phase me one bit if I was out on the lake rather than hiking through brush.
So I went on the hunt for a boat but needed something relatively cheap that I could cartop myself. I looked at kayak options but I'm a big guy and want to stand so I wasn't sure. I ended up see some pictures of guys fishing from canoes with outriggers and trolling motors online and found a 17ft aluminum canoe that would become my winter project.
As spring approached, another buddy of mine had expressed an interest in getting back into fishing. With his daughter now in preschool he was in need of a hobby that would get him out of the house for a bit and a YouTube rabbit hole sent him pond hopping, for bass in particular. With my canoe not quite seaworthy I would accompany him and get my fishing itch scratched. When the canoe was ready he came along for the maiden fishing trip.
We headed out on a lake neither of us had been before and started fishing. We caught a bunch of fish that day, mostly bluegill, but the biggest fish were all largemouth. None could've been over two pounds but it was the best day of fishing we had up to that point and beat scratching our heads as we hiked around ponds. We spent that night texting back and forth, linking videos, all in a quest to better understand what we could do to catch more, bigger, bass. That trip was three years ago now. My canoe has since morphed from a slightly rickety, diy contraption, to a lean mean fishing machine and my buddy has long since left my front seat for his own kayak rig.
I often talk about taking a day to go hunt down crappie for a fish fry, or try my hand at trolling for monster lake trout, and I still get out saltwater fishing from time to time but mostly you'll find me hunting bass. I've never truly felt like I've known what I'm doing while fishing until I started really trying to decode bass and its the first time I realized that fishing is something you can get really good at with enough effort. The goal is simple; more bass, bigger bass, and with the least time between them, and so, in a way, every trip is a tournament day for me.
So that's why I fish for bass, because its what I'm good at but I can still always get better.