Day 4: Tourney Time:
Welp day 4 has arrived and so has mother nature. We get outside bout 5:00am and it's round 45 degrees and da winds already howling. This ain't all bad, the game plan has just reversed itself. Instead of headin to Indian Creek, we decided to hit the homerun and go to the number 1 spot. Speshually since the wind was blowin and the number 1 spot was under a bridge that we could tie off to. So we get to the bridge and tie off to it and pull out our Speshually rigged 10' jig poles. You had to use these short poles cause the bridge was so low. Well we pull up there just about to wet our britches with excitement. So we flip a cork and a Minner under the bridge and...........nuthin. It tWas about 30 minutes before we got a bite. Finally we caught a couple of short dinks just like the day before so now we ready fer the good ens to bite. Well I finally hook into one an get it about 20' from the boat and it comes off. And it went down hill from there. Adder bout 4 hours, 23 goggle eye, 17 breams, a cat, 2 bass, 2 dink crappie and a broken rod, we decided number 1 wasn't number one. Yes I said broken rod. My brother sets the hook rather hard and that's fine ifn they's a fesh there and you ain't under a 7' tall bridge wif a 10' rod. So now I gots a 8.5' rod. So we go into panic mode and run to Indian Creek. Get to our spot and throw out the bouy and start to it. The fight was on now. 57 white bass and 1 crappie later we decide to go back to #1. So we spend the last hour at #1 sulkin and ketchin more goggle eye and by the time we left I had a 7.5' rod. So we carry our 3 dinks to the weigh in with our heads hung in WB fashion. In shame I tell ya. So when every body in the crowd got thru laughin we went to Outback Steakhouse and drounded our shame in a prime rib and a gallon of sweet tea. Even the waiter made fun of my brother. His bill was $24 and some change. So he decided to pay with a hunnert dollar bill. Adder a 12 minute wait, the waiter brought back his change. It was broken up like this: 1- Ten$, 2-fives and 55- one dollar bills. The waiter laid it on the table and kinda snickered and said he had trouble breakin the hunnert. He left and the waiter at the other table went to snickering. Heck I even laughed. That stack of bills wouldn't have fit in ES's purse let alone my brothers wallet. He gets peeved and calls the ol boy back over and makes him go find his hunnert and puts it on his debit card. Glad this day is over. Day 5 is even better.


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