It's here. Again. And I am ready. Have been ready, it feels, for too long.
There is nothing worse than idle anticipation, having already done the shopping and packed the truck days before.
For the last 48 hours I have been wandering around aimlessly between the tying bench, the refrigerator and the gear room searching for anything to keep my eyes off the clock.
Tie some gaps in the trout boxes, make a drink, loiter in the yard, scratch myself, rearrange the contents of my bag. Repeat.
But now the time has come, my friends. The 22nd Annual Wrinkleneck Tournament is here and I am headed out tomorrow as early as I can stand, Kyle and Aaron heading out a little later in the day.
Time for Team Fat Guys to once again bring the pain.
-Alex who plans on bringing home the 1st place trophy again just to be a dick.