I actually started this the day after, but never got it done, so I'll pick up where I left off.
Yep, it happened...the season came to an end, which really sucks. I enjoy fishing with you guys, and having the season come to an end means the summer is over and I won't be fishing with you again until the water turns soft sometime next April or May. That sounds like a long ways off, but the winter will come and go, spring will come again, turning all things green and the water blue; but enough of this bleeping waxing poetic BS.
So, Brian and Dustyn pulled if off again and got first place in the league for the second year in a row! I didn't remember they won last year, and as Brian pointed out, it was a memorable win for them the year before. I think that was a shot at how my brain no longer functions like it used too. You know, it's not cool to make fun of senior citizens Brian, so bleep off. As a matter of fact, both you and Dustyn can kiss my bleep...winning two years in a row...who in the hell do you think you are? I'm giving you guys a different schedule than the rest of us next year; while we're fishing Whitefish, you'll be on some lake by Bemidji wondering where the hell the rest of us are. So, the rest of you guys...don't tell them they have a different schedule than the rest of us. Anyway, congratulations. Winning two years in a row is quite rare. I've never done anything two years in a row.
Speaking of rare, Sam the bass man, actually had a tri-fecta! I think he said that was his first one since 1972. I was only a junior in high school at that time, so that's a long bleeping time ago. That tri-fecta catapulted him to first place for the night - and he was fishing by himself! He left before I tallied up the points and passed out the money, so I bought a big bag of chocolate covered peanuts, sat down in the middle of them, and just started chewing. You know Sam, you could have said goodbye to me, but you didn't. I got all misty eyed on the way home because I probably won't see you again until next year, and you didn't even say goodbye. It made me sad, bleep.
The big fish pot went to Paul and Simon, so way to go rookies! You got on the board...don't spend it all in one place.
Seriously, it was a blast again this year. It's nice to fish with guys that are just having fun and giving each other a bunch of BS. No one takes it real seriously, but it's competitive enough to keep the testosterone flowing, which helps keep the dick hard, so that's always a good thing.
We'll have a meeting in April again like we have the past two years, so if you change your phone number, let me know. I'll be sending out a notice by text, so if you want to get in on deciding which lakes we're fishing, you need to be there. Also, start saving for your entry fee now, because I want it paid at that meeting. It's such a pain in the ass when some of you pay later. I foresee it still being $75 per person again next year, so here's an idea. Have two less beers per week at the bar for the next ten weeks; take that money you saved; put it someplace where you won't forget, and you'll have enough money to pay your entry fee and buy a beer at the meeting...that is unless you drink that syrupy BS my partner calls beer. It's not only expensive, it must be enjoyed only by sipping it instead of drinking it like a man. That has to be the case, because it takes him longer to drink one beer than it does for me to drink a 12 pack. Holy shit, that's bad tasting stuff.
Again, I had a great time, and I know you guys did too. We have room for up to three more teams, so if you know someone who would be interested, have them come to the meeting in April. Be sure to share with them my money saving plan.
For the event detail, click HERE.
For the final standings, click HERE.
SEE YOU NEXT YEAR!
