Tee of the Week – Hunting Water Turds

While practicing for a Bassmaster Invitational tournament in the late 90s, a friend of mine was trying to fish a particular point, but a jet skier was making it difficult. The guy buzzed between my friend and the target zone, getting closer and closer to the juice.

After the second pass, the angler stopped fishing and put his hands on his hips, exasperated. After the third pass, he got more than a little upset and pointed menacingly at the rider, who proceeded to double back and take the challenge.

Unfortunately for the jet skier, my friend picked up a Carolina Rig, “led him like a mallard” and let fly. The ball and chain wrapped around the guy’s torso, grabbed hold, and for better or for worse the line broke on the hook set.

The guy never came back.

Now I’m not condoning the actions, but as Chris Rock might say, “I understand.” I won’t name the angler in question because I’m not sure that the statute of limitations has run its course.

Nevertheless, he lived out the fantasies of a lot of us.

Maybe the best way to warn your local water turds of your capabilities is to wear the above shirt from “The Sea Party,” which spells it all out pretty clearly.