Thursday, Aug. 7, 2014 12:00 am
I survived the Redneck Fishing Tournament
Whoever it was who said “Get thee to a redneckery” meant Bath in the wilds of Mason County, and so I am here for the annual Redneck Fishing Tournament. So are a lot of other people. From New Jersey. From New York. From Denver, and all points between. Forget Fustercluck in California, with its belly flop contests, and the Roadkill Cook-off Contest in West Virginia. Bath, population 320 on a good day, is where it’s at when it comes to aficionados of cheap beer and camouflage.