August 3rd 2013.
In the middle of Missisquoi Bay on Lake Champlain, about 130pm.
Tournament sucked.
Wife called and told me my dog had just died.
Sat in the back of the boat for a moment and cried, and talked to her.
About 15 minutes later a huge hail storm hit, by the time I got my rain gear on, it stopped. I was wet and hot...
240 pm trying to get back to the launch another hail storm.
I'm sad, wet, hot, and sore.
Got home at 500 to realize I had left my phone and wallet in the boat and they were at my boater's house, across the county...
Wife stops me before I go to get them and tells me she needs to tell me something... greaaaaat...
About 10 minutes after she and I spoke about my dog, my step mother called and gave her the news that my father had 10 months to 2 years to live, his cancer had returned...
I'm tearing up writing this.
That my friends is a bad day of fishing.