Last weekend we had taken a trip to a new lake. While we were all excited hoping to catch the famous “pounder” it was close but no cigar. The gang consisted of Nate, Arron, Wicky, Screech, and I. We had taken all of our gear and loaded it up into the enclosed trailer the night before. That night I remember Nate telling Wicky that he’s got to bring the donuts. My part was to bring the wax worms and Screech was supplying the enclosed trailer, while Nate was driving. Aaron well let’s ju...