Lake O Bassman

Last summer we had a club tournament at lake Okeechobee out of Clewiston. We have a draw club and I did not draw a co-angler. I was running a little late and got to the launch with about 15 minutes to get launched, so I did not see many of the guys except for blastoff out of the rim ditch. I fished pretty close in the West Wall area, and had a small limit when I went to move and blew the top cylinder in my motor. I fished on trolling motor for the balance of the day and went in about an hour early, and put the boat on the trailer and got a burger at Rolands. I then went to the counter to buy some refreshments for the guys at weigh-in. While at the counter, the teenage girl at the register asked what was on my shirt. I said I don't know. She walked around from behind the counter and pulled something off the velcro on the back of my vented fishing shirt. It was a pair of my wifes thong underwear, that I guess had stuck to it that morning when I got it out of the dryer. She held them up, and I said those are my wife's; and she said I hope so. I have never been so glad to be late in the morning and I still wonder what the people were thinking in the restaurant seeing someone eating their burger with underwear on their back. I ended up telling the guys because it was so funny.