Mr. tournament crappie fisherman, you have bought the perfect boat with all the new electronics to catch fish. You have purchased a "ringer" to fish the tournament and everything goes your way. Pulling in slab after slab, all the way to the weigh in. Slobbering feverishly on the big payday until you realize you forgot to purchase a fishing license.
Well here's an ice cold Bud to you my friend.

