April is the cruelest month. I was in Kentucky last weekend for a
crappie tournament that was named in honor of my father. It poured
down rain and was in the lower 40s. Even with a lot of clothes on and
my new Frog Togs rain gear, I was a miserable puppy.

I thought about the professional fishermen who have no choice but to
stay out on a day like that and was glad that I only did it to honor
my father. Even with a low turnout due to the weather, they raised
$1,500 for the local Hospice organization.