The heartache came from the fishing tournament. Last weekend Rob had taken his boat to MS to do some pre-fishing. When he was going back out on the water, after grabbing a quick lunch, he hit something and tore up his lower unit. Thankfully his boat is insured but unfortunately the claim didn't get approved in time to have his boat ready for the tournament. On Sunday morning, well before the sun came up, Rob and my FIL headed out to the lake with my FIL's boat. The boys and I woke up shortly afterwards to go "send them off". We all knew a storm was fast approaching and that the guys would be playing a game of "Beat the Clock". During the church service, the boys and I heard a huge clap of thunder and we knew the storm was over us. I thought the guys would come in due to getting soaked but they toughed it out. According to Rob, they had caught their limit by 8:30am and were going to just try to find bigger fish. But when they started culling they discovered that the aerator went out on my FIL's boat and that the fish had died. Instead of finishing the tournament and getting penalized for the dead fish, they decided to call it an early day. Yesterday, when they saw the results of the tournament online, they were heartbroken to know they could've won it all! They had close to the winning weight at 8:30am and they still had plenty of time to get bigger fish. But, like Rob said, it was the memories and the cause of the event that meant the most to him. He enjoyed the time with his dad despite the storm and end results and that's what counts the most!
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