Cataract Bullies

The playground bullies


The playground was empty. The kids had not arrived yet. The morning was just like any other Thursday morning in the middle of June, hot sticky and muggy. The weather man was calling for more heat as the day went on.

As the time clicked down to the start of the tournament the field was filling up. The younger, less experienced players were on the lake hiding in their usual spots. The lake was just so big, no good place to hide. One would need an ocean to hide for sure. They all were in fear of the playground bullies.

The bullies would find you and make you wish you never showed up on their playground lake.

These three bullies had not arrived yet, but everyone knew they would be there. The world renown fishing team of Al and Tom and Fred were the only hope to take these bullies on and put a stop to their string of terror. The terror was passed out to each and every contestant of the last five of six Cataract Slab Masters tournaments. No mercy was ever shown.

As the weigh-in started, the weights were low. Then came that loud thumping sound coming through the parting crowd, all eyes upon them. Each member present was trembling in fear. The bullies have arrived at the scale. Everyone knew them by their chest being bulged out and their billfolds fat from previous tourneys. All knew R. Hooser, brother Gary and the sinister gang leader D. Knoy. The weight was called, 5.29 lbs, everyone gasped, can Al and Tom and Fred do it?

The dynamic trio slowly came to the scale, strutting with each step. They knew they would be heros. Each trio member knew the bullies had turned strong men and women weak. All knew that the hope of every fisherman rode on the backs of Al, Tom, & Fred. As each of the seven crappies were place on the scale, the number increased. After what seem like an hour, the weight was called, 3.48 lbs. A hush fell over the crowd, cries of sorrow could be heard. The trio held their heads low. Everyone knew that the bullies had taken their lunch money one more time.

Now a call goes out to all the superheroes out there in the crappie world. Is there a team that can come to our next tourney, July, 3rd, and stop this blood shed? We want to keep our lunch money just once this year.

Thanks
BigAl

Sorry about your lunch money...but I love the story!!! Hope you all can find some help, before the next tourney.

Awesome story! Go get em!

Nicely versed,but alas no help can be offered.

Lmao! Loved the story... hang in there every bullie has a bad day :D

take a PBJ sandwich..... cause it's not over yet!!!!

Hope that "Mighty Casey hasn't Struck Out"

Tom and I will try one more time this Thursday. We have not given up, but we are running out of plans. Please give us some new ammo ideas. Thanks Bigarm

Bananas work every time :Rofl

Nice touch. Had me for a minute. If my trailer part comes in today or tomorrow, I may be able to come and meet you all.

Chuck