So there I was

[Wannabe...]

Danger on my left, adversity on my right with me and my Dad stuck slap dab in the middle. I could almost hear the roar of the crowds back on MS OT C.C...1/2 cheering me on, 1/2 booing, hissing. Even above all that, I could still make out DonDon squeeling like a girl though.

A'ite. The deal was, I couldn't take it with the weather so nice and me finding a few good fish last Sunday with my brother. Add that to the fact that I've got vacation left baked at 350 degrees for 8 hours on Monday sprinkled with Feelays reports and "ding". This turkey was ready.

Called up Hasbeen and he was game. That sealed the deal. Well, arrived at the lake and once again started cussing the weatherman. I hope for ya'lls sake none of you are actually weathermen or at least have the sense not to admit it on here. Reports were to be 5 to 10 out of the N, but it was more like 15 with gusts to 25. North was good though and I knew we'd be able to fish. My Dad really doesn't have a lot of mobility, so I made way at 4.6 mph right across into it until I caught enough land to be able to go up to 12 mph.

We put out the poles and before I could get the third in the water my Dad caught this one below.

Wannabe...