Does this guy look like a winner?

No? Well, you're right; he's not. For the third week in row I managed a last minute victory over my increasingly unstable fishing nemesis, Mr. Grumpypants himself, Chris. You can actually physically see the changes that are happening to this man as week after week he is handed debilitating losses. Last night, the only thing Chris lost was his pride. I guess a little dignity as well, but thats for another post. My brother Rob, on the other hand, a newcomer to our competition, lost a little bit more than pride; he got his tackle-box raided. Now I know what you are all thinking. "Theses guys are so childish." But let me assure you. The quest for the Bassmaster title is serious. Very serious.

Another Night of Fishing

Last night was my weekly fishing night with my friend Chris, AKA Mr. Grumpypants. He's grumpy because this is the second week in a row where I have staged a come-from-behind victory in the final minutes of our weekly fishing competition. We have a scoring system that awards 1 point for every pound of fish that you catch. A fish has to weigh over 1lb. to qualify though. The winner gets to take a lure out of the loser's tackle-box. Anyway, last week I stole the victory by one point after trailing by 3. Last night, however, was akin to a Michael Jordan buzzer-beater, a John Elway hail-mary, or Tiger Woods sinking a 50 footer to win a major. Yes; it was that good. It was nearly dark, I was down by one, I could see Mr. Grumpypants licking his lips fantasizing about my lucky crankbait lure that he was going to take, when I landed this 4 pounder to crush Grumpy's dreams once again. Ahh, victory is sweet.