The Virginian Pilot, VA, USA Friday, October 12, 2007 Tournament opens eyes to the world of fishing By Kristin Davis Caption: Virginia Robinson, right, leads Susie Thompson onto the Nags Head pier for the Visually Impaired Persons Fishing Tournament. JOY LEWIS | THE VIRGINIAN-PILOT NAGS HEAD Rhonda Helms steps carefully over the uneven boards of the fishing pier. A man calls hello. He takes her hand, presses a fishing rod into her palm and folds her fingers over it. "Straight ahead," says Sherry Campbell, a volunteer who helps guide the two other anglers in Helms' group. "Come over to your right a little bit." A woman offers up her bench. Helms, Virginia Robinson and Susie Thompson take a seat but must get up when they realize it faces directly into the sun. The women are three of more than 500 competing in an Outer Banks fishing tournament for the visually impaired. The sun is bad for their eyes. They gather their bags and canes and take a seat at the end of the pier instead, backs to the glare this time, and wait for bait - a slimy glob of blood worms. This is Helms' first visit to the Outer Banks. It's her first time with a rod, and soon she hopes to catch her very first fish. She is 36 years old. More than 500 people fished from piers and boats on the Outer Banks in the Visually Impaired Persons Fishing Tournament this week. They visited local tourist attractions, listened to live music and attended courses that could help them better cope with their disabilities. It's part of an annual event begun by local Lions Clubs 25 years ago at the Nags Head pier, where Helms and others fished Tuesday. It was a small event then, but has since turned into a four-day event that takes hundreds of volunteers and thousands of dollars' worth of donations to pull off. Folks fish from four piers and two boats from Kitty Hawk to Avon. Hotels and motels offer discounted rooms. For some, the fishing tournament is like a family reunion. For others, it is their first real trip away from home. It's just after the 10 a.m. start time Tuesday, and Campbell's husband, Cecil, who is also a volunteer, pushes a bloodworm onto a hook and casts it. He puts the rod into Helms' hands, placing one of them over the line. She stands inches from the rough and worn pier rail and waits for a pull. A dog barks. Gulls call. There's a faint flutter of a bird's wings and the far-off static of waves hitting the shore and the whistle of the wind on a taut line. The air smells a little bit like salt and fish and, every once in a while, a cigarette. Helms waits. Wonders if she feels something. Asks for a diet root beer when a guy with a cooler offers, then gets someone to pop the top so she can hang on to the rod. Helms has a rare eye disease called retinitis pigmentosa that has left her with no peripheral vision. She was born with it but did not know anything was wrong until one day in her 20s, when she couldn't make out a label in a grocery store. She got three opinions. There were no support groups for the blind near her Florida home, Helms said, "no one to come visit, to call on the phone." She fell into a depression she still battles. But things changed when she moved to North Carolina in 2005. She befriended a woman who worked with the blind, and it was she who signed Helms up for the fishing tournament. On Sunday morning, Helms boarded a big, comfortable charter bus near her Hickory home and rode for six hours. Robinson, 84, was on that bus for the fourth year in a row; Thompson, 81, for the second time. Robinson has macular degeneration. Thompson was born without vision in her right eye, and these days has nearly no sight in her left. They checked into rooms Sunday afternoon. On Monday, they toured Wright Brothers National Memorial, where a man gave them a quick history lesson. They ate barbecue at the Manteo Lions Club at Wescott Park that night. Most meals are served for free in the old gymnasium, where big tables fill almost all the space. This is where the tournament awards were handed out Wednesday night, where the World's Greatest Fishing Band played tunes such as "Papa Was a Fishin' Man" on Tuesday and where Helms danced to Chuck Berry on Monday. She is saying how much she loves dancing and music - "It's the one thing that can make me happy more than anything else" - when she feels a tug. "Oh, I've got something," she says, her voice rising. "Can you see it? Cecil, I've got something." It's pulling hard. It feels heavy. She reels until the weight lifts all of a sudden. Campbell pulls it in, takes it off the hook. Helms smiles. The fish goes into a bag, which is looped over her wrist. The fish jerks around inside the bag, which feels surprisingly light. It felt so big, she says. She is still smiling. The fishing is steady after that. Robinson nabs one next. She sings in a voice that is Southern and teasing and the tiniest bit raspy: "I've got one fish, I thank you. I want two, please." A teenage volunteer asks if she wants to touch it. "Uh-uh," Robinson says matter-of-factly. She does not necessarily want it in a bag around her arm, either. "You don't think it's going to jump up on my arm? I don't want it to jump up on my arm." Sherry Campbell laughs. "No, he's gonna flip and flop, and then he's gonna die," she answers. It flips and flops. Robinson orders it to be still. After a few moments, it is. She gets another one and then another. So do Helms and Thompson. Robinson walks over to Helms. Leans in really close. Whispers, "I bet you didn't catch as many as I've got." Helms does not smile. The competition is on. 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