Addicted to Crank
I had the itch, the craving, the shakes. After taking a short hiatus from fishing after my week-long fishing adventure, I was itching to hit the water again and needed a fix. The short hiatus weakened my muscle-memorized process of loading my kayak and gear. So I took extra time the night before to ensure I didn't forget any critical gear. Luckily, I noticed my Kayak Bass Fishing regional tournament identifier was still for June. In this "phwew" moment, I printed a fresh July identifier and slipped it into my TourneyTag . I was ready for an early rise. My alarm woke me while it was still dark outside. I roll out of bed, get my stuff together, and jump in the car. I head to a local gas station to get the lunch of champions (Lunchable Pizza and pre-packaged Italian sandwich). Upon exiting the building, I realized a fatal flaw in my planning activities. In my excitement to hit the water, I hadn't checked the local weather report in 3 days. It was raining.