Fishing Hole

This post is not so much about a fishing hole, than it is about a hole in my tire on the way to the fishing hole. It all happened at 5:17am on a Saturday morning two weeks ago on my way to Old Hickory Lake in Goldilocks (my SUV). The plan was to meet up with Greasy Ham (That's my fishing buddy) and kayak fish. All of a sudden, I heard the RAP RAP RAP noise coming from the right rear tire as I drove on the interstate. At this point, I realized that my plans had suddenly changed. In the back of my mind, I thought "Dang these tires are only 8 months old, how did this happen."

Anyway, here's a picture of the RAP STAR that ruined my fishing trip. I don't have time to post the complete write-up so stay tuned.