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Post by Sinker on Apr 4, 2008 17:02:00 GMT -6
Me an my son Doug went out upon th waters this afternoon, seeking th elusive bluecat. The temperature is still in question, because I always figgered blood would freeze about th same as water. I now know that can Not be true as th water was in a fluid state an th blood in my veins was icicles! We didn catch no fish. We did catch an icy gale of about 10mph, that seemed nuthin short of a frozen hurricane ta me. I was so cold that I expected th sinkers an baited hooks to skip across sheets of ice insead of sinkin. A trip like this is a perfect prescription fer anybody with fishin fever, cause it'll break th fever! Finally, as I was startin to experience that warm glow that happens just before ya freeze ta death, Doug noticed that I had become silent and immobile and was a beautiful shade of blue. Being th good Son he is, he took pity on me, and as an act of mercy, he mentioned that it was a little cool fer his taste ta be fishin,...................And hauled my frozen carcass home!
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Post by olhillbilly on Apr 5, 2008 3:58:35 GMT -6
Funny you would mention that. And funny how he forgot to mention advising me an JM (my adopted fishing partner) as to where the fish mite be biting. Sinker was fishin outta a boat. We was takin to the banks. Sinker advised to go cross the bridge an fish the flats. Failed ta mention the mud reached near China. Was some of the gumbo 3-step mud. 3-step, meaning ya take three steps an lose yer shoes. Got the truck stuck, and if it wernt for a feller with a big motor on his boat an my 309 reel, we'd still be there. Them Reels make good wenches.
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Post by chefjim on Apr 5, 2008 4:03:26 GMT -6
Funny you would mention that. And funny how he forgot to mention advising me an JM (my adopted fishing partner) as to where the fish mite be biting. Sinker was fishin outta a boat. We was takin to the banks. Sinker advised to go cross the bridge an fish the flats. Failed ta mention the mud reached near China. Was some of the gumbo 3-step mud. 3-step, meaning ya take three steps an lose yer shoes. Got the truck stuck, and if it wernt for a feller with a big motor on his boat an my 309 reel, we'd still be there. Them Reels make good wenches. Another excellent choice of Penns for the application.....
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Post by Sinker on Apr 5, 2008 4:37:01 GMT -6
I don't see how ya can blame me fer Jeremiah's drivin!?! How th H was I sposeta know that would be th one time inna thousand ya would lissen to me? And when I left ya , ya were talkin bout puttin th boat in. Was I sposeta read yer mind? I don't do short stories!
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Post by olhillbilly on Apr 5, 2008 4:43:33 GMT -6
Phunny, very phunny. Sides, the boat didnt have 4 wheel drive.
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Post by Sinker on Apr 5, 2008 5:59:42 GMT -6
Somehow it don't stretch th magination ta think bouta guy usin a fishin reel fer a wench , if he thinks a boat is a tow truck!
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