Until this past weekend I've had a horrible year. I've had a hell of a time putting things together on the water. I hit rocks at Sampson and blew out my lower unit and put a small hole in the boat. The first time out after I got that fixed I was fishing a tournament at Wequaquet, heading into Bearse Pond, and a big wind gust pushed me off the channel a bit and I hit bottom, bending the skeg and mangling the prop a bit. Joy!
Anyway, fished a club tournament last Friday and while I didn't win or anything, I at least caught a limit and culled a few times. Saturday I won a kayak tournament and got lunker. And Sunday I did well at the Watuppa tournament, though I dumped my fish and left early because I was exhausted and assumed I was doing shitty again. Lesson learned. Haha.
Actually, the weekend before last I got lunker for $360 at the NEPVA tournament. Small victories.
Beyond that, though, this year has been s***. I'm blaming our new baby. She's sucking the life from me, keeping me exhausted. Definitely her fault.