Gunnin’ For That Number One Pizz
Hanna and I arrived at Rockahock Campground two hours before the Swimbait Universe Gathering opened and found a group of die hards camped out in lawn chairs, sleeping bags, ratty pajama bottoms and logoed hoodies, backs pressed against the chain link fence. It was a scene reminiscent of the ticket lines for arena rock concerts, or sneaker heads waiting on the latest low-volume Jordans.
The earliest among them had arrived at 2am. What inspires otherwise sane people to spend the night on the ground amongst total strangers for the right to spend $300 on a fishing lure? I needed to know. Click below to see the video evidence of my search:
