Big Boys Do Cry

Last night Mike and I fished a small local bass tournament on Cedar lake in Aitkin. I had never participated in one of these tournaments. I don't know the guy that runs it and I don't know the guys that fish it, with the exception of Mike's cousin Cory and his friend Cory (yes two Cory's).

There were a total of 14 boats. Two of the teams, besides us, had gals fishing. I think they were spouses...not mom's.

Mike and I had a spot all picked out and at blast off we hauled ass to get there. We were so excited in fact to get on that spot that we cut off another contestant and probably damn near swamped them. Definitely a strike against us.

That spot ended up paying off. We had our 8 fish in two hours, with an hour to spare. We never moved from that spot all night.

Then came weigh in. I figured if we had a full bag, so did everyone else. That was not the case. Only two other boats had 8 fish. One of them was Cory & Cory. When all was said and done, Cory and Cory won the tourney with 14 lbs 10 ounces. We took second place with 13 lbs 11 ounces. We were pretty pumped. We won $50 bucks. What the heck. It was just for fun anyway.

Then the crying began. As we're getting ready to leave, Norman (I guess that's the guy that runs the tourney) approached us. He says "Who's Kim"? Strange, I was the only gal standing there. I respond, all excited like a puppy, "Me"! And then Norman (the bawl baby he is) says that I'm not welcome to fish with them anymore because I'm in a Bass Club. Evidently some guy from this sandlot told on me. Tattled like a little girl. Thought he knew me and knew I was in the Brainerd Bassmasters. They were trying to get me kicked out. Cause I'm a pro (HAHA freak'n HA).

Well Norman I haven't been in the club for two or three years now. Can't take being beat by a girl? Take your ball home then. And thanks for the fifty bucks.