He swooped through the water on his surf kite, his board skittering across the top of the waves from Sheri's boat. She loved watching the kite surfers as she ran through the bay to the far end and the channel that would take her to her fish.

It was the last tournament of the year and she was within two pounds of taking first place in the club. Sheri had been fishing since she was a child, but never did she think she would fish competitively… especially driving her own boat. She took a moment to think about Chad as she watched the kite surfer play in the waves. She knew he was making a long run south. She'd seen him fish that part of the lake for years. She knew there were good fish down there, but she also knew that if she could bring in a big bag from her new honey hole, too, if they were on. Time would tell. She shut the boat down and idled at no-wake speed into the channel. She and Chad had been together for almost nine years. She supposed he knew her as well as anyone. So, she smiled, he would know that she was out to kick his butt in this tournament. The only thing she wanted more than to beat Chad in just one tournament was a top five in the yearly standings. She knew he would take first or second, but to place in the top five in her first year of running her own boat and making her own decisions… .that was something that would really make her season a success.

The skies were turning dark on the horizon and she hoped the storms the weather man predicted would stay off to their west until two o'clock. She didn't even care if it poured all the way through weigh-in. The weather was cooling off, and if it rained, it would get cold in a hurry. She didn’t' mind fishing in the rain, but it was definitely more fun with Chad. She killed the motor and hopped up front, dropping the trolling motor and picking up her bait caster. She pitched her jig out to the first birch tree log that had fallen out into the water. It fell almost without a sound, and slid down into the water. Sheri waited, then watched her line move off sideways to the right. She reeled down on the fish and pounded the rod back. This was definitely a keeper.




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