Meet, Colleen McKay, fishing for Team Massachusetts, single, and the only woman fishing this tournament.
I didn’t pick her because of her gender, I didn’t pick her at all, the President of the Massachusetts team did, “hey db, you should interview Colleen,” Chip shouted across the table at me, “Colleen McKay.”
“Dude, I know her, where is she…”
I first met Colleen when she fished the WBT trail (Women’s Bassmaster Tournament), a quiet lady, with a Boston accent, “Hi db, yeah I’m still at the University of Massachusetts Med School.”
Colleen is a researcher in the Psychiatry Department since 2000, “We are trying to figure out a way to improve services to those who need it. Just make it simpler to help people who need help.”
In 1999, “My boyfriend was really into bass fishing, he got me interested in it, never fished before, fell in love with bass fishing, left him, but not the sport.”
“I joined my first bass club to keep fishing, walked into a room full of 25 guys, thought, uh oh, but none of the guys ever gave me any trouble, were great help actually.”
Colleen, is now President of that local Bass club. Fishes 25 tournaments a year, came in third out of 28 recently, first year on the Massachusetts team.
Last night after I interviewed these three people I jumped in my truck, went into town to Mickey D’s for a professional sweet tea, sat in the drive-thru line playing some loud Rolling Stones when the song of this story started to play.
I was 5th or 6th in line, and I was just sitting there thinking of how I was going to write this story, when the song started, I smiled pretty much used to these signs from the universe, but I was also thinking, “How, this fish.”
How is it, a fish, can bring together people from different countries, languages, and sexes, people who compete in harmony, in respect, in peace.
Through a fish.
I watched as the car in front of me was handed a couple Happy Meals and some giant sodas, but I was thinking about the fish and the effect it has on folks, and how/why when finally the little car pulled away and as I moved up and my headlights lit up their bumper,
there was a fish,
And if you believe, believe.
And if wonder, wonder.
What is it, with this fish.
Editor's note: You can find the other parts of Pick 9! and other wonderful stories by db here.