Fished a tournament at Cumberland Sunday. It was a wekend of LOSSES!

Heres how it went.

Sunglasses broke on the way down to the lake. Bought a new pair $15 at the BP in Russell Springs. Blast off on Sunday morning and glasses blew off during the first two minutes! Loss number 1.

Get to a good Smallmouth bank, fish it for about 10 minutes, get a bite on a jig in 18 feet of water, set the hook, biggest SM I've had on in a while. I cannot turn her and just let her pull against the rod. She climbs up the water column and gets to the surface, shakes her head, boils and comes off. Loss number 2.

After getting utterly aggravated that the fish we were catching for the past month or so have dissappeared (except for the one that got away of course), we move to several areas of the lake and try to put something together. Ted, my partner, is a nicotene fiend and has to smoke every few minutes. He pulls his $25 lighter out with cold fingers, fumbles with it and it drops over the side of the boat into the water. Loss number 3.

Well we totally sucked for the rest of the day. Decided to quit 45 minutes early to avoid the brain damage of a big weigh in with only one little KY to show for our efforts. I decide to turn the big 250 loose on the way in and hit a boat wake. I thought I'd be cool and show Ted how these new Rangers take the rough stuff and didn't even lift for the upcoming wake. Slap, Slap, Slap, and out goes Ted's tackle bag over the back of the boat and into the water! Loss number 4. It had everything in it....I do mean EVERYTHING including Ted's back pain medicine. So we spin around and race back to where it went in and got to it before it sank. SAVE number 1!

So we get to the ramp, avoid the other guys in the tournament and high tale it out of there before anyone gets to ask the painful question of "How'd yall do?".

On the way home, we have managed to avoid the ' well it's all your fault" argument that usually occurs after two guys stink up a tournament and we are getting over things pretty well until we tune in to the UK game and listen as the cats get their feelings hurt just like we did. Loss number 4.

Fishing sure is a humbling sport.

I think I'll get my golf clubs out earlier this year. I'll probably lose all my balls on the front nine. Oh well.

Bill