Quadruple crappie bogey

I don’t play golf. I used to. I could hit the ball a long way. I just never knew which direction it would go. I don’t follow golf and I don’t watch golf. I know more about the Crappie Masters than the Augusta Masters. But it is hard to not be aware of defending Masters’ Champion Jordan Spieth’s meltdown on the back nine at the biggest golf tournament of them all at that fancy club in Georgia Sunday.

He was having a great tournament, then lost it at the end. He had a quadruple bogie on the 12th hole. That means he missed four more times than he should have.

I know how he feels.

I had a quadruple crappie bogey Tuesday afternoon.

This one got me started before my unfortunate quadruple crappie bogey

I went out an hour before dark and  was on my third hole when it happened. It just cost me a good mess of crappie, not $1.8 million dollars like Spieth. And I doubt that many people will know about my boo boo. Probably say, 100 million or so, know about Spieth’s. But I’m not worried. Here’s how my round went.

I walked down to the dock to undo my battery charger. I can’t hardly go down there without at least making a cast. I did. And I caught a suprise keeper. So I decided to ease the boat out and see if I could catch a few more. In about 30 minutes, I had caught three nice crappie, the one off the dock and one each at the first hole and the second hole. Then at the third hole in a little deeper water, I tossed a jig by a submerged stump and “thump”. Had a nice one on, but he lipped out like a Spieth putt and disappeared back into the murky water of Lake D’Arbonne. A few minutes later, I repeated the same feat. Or should I say, de-feat.

I “played” a couple more holes with no birdies or bogies or bites and came back to the third hole to replay it. Would that be a mulligan in golf? Anway…at least I knew a fish was there. I’ll be dad gum if I didn’t miss two more big old black crappie. Four misses on one hole. They just weren’t talking it. Or maybe I was fishing too fast. The water was, after all, two feet deeper than it was the last time I fished there a week ago and maybe that was the problem. I wasn’t quite getting the bait to them, like a putt left short of the hole. Either way I sliced it instead of hooked it…

I’ll have to catch a couple of bream off the boat dock tomorrow to complete a mess for a fish fry. I’ll eat whole bream and my wife can have the crappie filets. I like it better that way anyway.

But it would have been nice if I could have landed those other FORE!