Once again Ben and Teller will be manning the hangman’s scale, and this year with a little better attitude than last year, when our “captain” didn’t
know how to work his live well and we dropped forty fresh eels into the hold, only to watch them slither out the back of the boat two seconds later, leaving us light $60 and all of our bait for the tourney.
We did manage to rally and actually landed a sweet 29” bass five hours into the tourney. Unfortunately, someone on our team who shall remain nameless
(his name is Ben, and he will be standing next to me on the weigh scale, wearing glasses and looking suspiciously like a frail version of Macauley Culkin),
decided that rather than harpoon this behemoth and drag is into the boat alive where it potentially could eat us all, he would bleed it over the edge of the
boat and let it bleed out there. Unfortunately, shortly after slicing it’s throat, he lost his grip and dropped the fish overboard, where is swam away like one the ringworm infested deuces Ryan dropped on the tuna trip last weekend.
Anyway, I digress. We will be manning the scales, and switching it up a bit this year. Since all you Capezeros are hillbilly idiots like the clowns on BassMasters, we are going to do the weigh in the way they do. Register a fish you want weighed when you arrive at the weigh in. Once all boats have arrived and all fish registered, we will call each captain and their fish up to the podium to weigh their fish in front of the crowd. This should make for a more entertaining presentation than the helter skelter methods of the past. Feel free to throw any glass bottles or fish guts at Sean as he mounts the podium, as I just found out he is letting everyone on the crew of the Jackal sleep in his house except Ben and Teller who he offered to let sleep in a tent in the vacant lot next door. I wish I was joking.
One note, any rumors or indications that a fish is not legit or looks like it’s been dead longer than Ernest Borgnine will be presented to the Rules Committee and voted upon. All decisions of the committee are final. The committee consists of Bill Burke, his eleven scotches and his bad attitude, which means you are screwed. You do not want to appear before the committee.
See you on the water.
Jackal for Life, or until a better offer comes along.