It was a bachelor party of sorts. No strippers or pub crawling; this celebration was to be more meaningful. This was a fishing trip that men dreamed of: exclusive location, good buddies and plenty of libations. David was getting married and he wanted to spend his last weekend as a bachelor with his three best friends. Two tents, a full cooler and overly-expensive fly rods were all these revelers needed for a good time.
The water was frigid and ran swiftly past the four men standing in the middle of the Waukeegan River. The trout were not showing themselves for any of the carefully tied flies so the men switched to live bait. This did the trick. That evening, the four friends ate a feast of rainbow trout, beer and more beer. Scott, David’s Best Man, toasted everything from slippery rocks to sexy mother-in-laws. When the firewood ran out, the four buddies called it a night.
Inside the tent things were spinning. David said things were spinning to the right and Scott said they were spinning to the left. “Together, that means we’re sober!” exclaimed David. The two best friends laughed as they lay side by side. After a few minutes Scott said: “Hey David, you awake?” “Yeah,” David said. “I’ve got to tell you something.” With that awkward start, Scott professed his love. “I thought I’d met the person I was going to spend the rest of my life with, Dave.” David lay silent, feigning sleep. “I thought it was you.” Scott leaned closer and whispered “She’s not good enough for you buddy. She doesn’t love you like I do.”
The next morning, with broken heart and pounding head, Scott hitched a ride home. His fishing equipment was dropped off at his house by Peter, the new Best Man.
© Steve Stucko