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I guess I better tell you about how I fish... don't want you to be all disapointed and stuff when we go. A perfect example was the one and only time my father-in-law and I went fishing.
Now my father in law and I get along great! He's always liked me for some stupid reason or another. (Might be because I married his crazy middle daughter and got her outta HIS house, but that's just a guess). Anyway, they came down to our house on vacation and he wanted to go fishin'. We live right near the Tennessee river and Pickwick lake, so I said sure, we'll go first thing in the morning.
We got up early, loaded all the rods & reels, tackle boxes, lawn chairs, two coolers full of refreshing beverages on ice in the back of my old four wheel drive fishin'/huntin' truck and headed out. I told him I knew the perfect spot, but we'd have to walk a little bit to get there. He was so excited he was grinning like a 10 year old! After a few minutes of driving, he asked when we were going to stop for bait? I just told him I had it covered, not to worry. It was a beautiful spring day, the sun was shining, the birds were singing, just picture postcard perfect for fishin'.
We got to the lake and I drove down a little dirt path type road I know, we pulled right up to the water, got out and walked a couple hundred yards down to a little point covered with huge old growth cottonwoods. I sat up our chairs, sit a cooler by each one, got my pole and sat down in a nice shady spot and got all comfy. He just kept looking at me funny. Once I got settled in good, I cast out my line, propped up my pole, opened a drink, leaned back and pulled my old cowboy hat down over my eyes and settled in for a nice nap. He kept making weird noises, so I pushed my hat up, looked at him and asked him if he was going to fish or just stand there all day? He sorta coughed, looked funny and finally said, son, you didn't put any bait on your hook!
Well duh! I told him if I put bait on my hook I'd be a heck of a lot more likely some darn fish would bite it. He still looked stunned. So I had to explain that if a fish bit my hook, I'd have to wake up from my nap, reel the darn thing in, put it on a string, rebait the hook, get outta my chair, might even spill my beverage and it would totally ruin my fishin'.
Dumb Yankee.
He just set there all day looking like I kicked his dog or something. It was plumb sad. Then when it started getting late, we packed up, walked back to the truck, loaded up and headed home. He finally asked me what we were going to tell our wives when we went home with no fish to show for a whole days fishin. I mean he must have thought I had never been fishing before or something! Jeez. I'll never in a million years understand a Yankee.
I just whipped the truck into Otha's quick stop, went in and bought 30 pounds of fresh dressed fish off one of the commercial boats parked in back, threw it in the cooler and said there, wasn't that a heck of a lot easier?
I had to spend the whole drive back to the house explaining that fishin' was just a way to get away from our nagging wives, spend the day drinking in the shade and getting a nice nap and just enjoying life. He never did get It I don't think.
He has work and fishin' mixed up in his head somehow.
But if ya still wanna go catfishin' I know a real good spot!
You sound just like my grandfather
I guess I better tell you about how I fish... don't want you to be all disapointed and stuff when we go. A perfect example was the one and only time my father-in-law and I went fishing.
Now my father in law and I get along great! He's always liked me for some stupid reason or another. (Might be because I married his crazy middle daughter and got her outta HIS house, but that's just a guess). Anyway, they came down to our house on vacation and he wanted to go fishin'. We live right near the Tennessee river and Pickwick lake, so I said sure, we'll go first thing in the morning.
We got up early, loaded all the rods & reels, tackle boxes, lawn chairs, two coolers full of refreshing beverages on ice in the back of my old four wheel drive fishin'/huntin' truck and headed out. I told him I knew the perfect spot, but we'd have to walk a little bit to get there. He was so excited he was grinning like a 10 year old! After a few minutes of driving, he asked when we were going to stop for bait? I just told him I had it covered, not to worry. It was a beautiful spring day, the sun was shining, the birds were singing, just picture postcard perfect for fishin'.
We got to the lake and I drove down a little dirt path type road I know, we pulled right up to the water, got out and walked a couple hundred yards down to a little point covered with huge old growth cottonwoods. I sat up our chairs, sit a cooler by each one, got my pole and sat down in a nice shady spot and got all comfy. He just kept looking at me funny. Once I got settled in good, I cast out my line, propped up my pole, opened a drink, leaned back and pulled my old cowboy hat down over my eyes and settled in for a nice nap. He kept making weird noises, so I pushed my hat up, looked at him and asked him if he was going to fish or just stand there all day? He sorta coughed, looked funny and finally said, son, you didn't put any bait on your hook!
Well duh! I told him if I put bait on my hook I'd be a heck of a lot more likely some darn fish would bite it. He still looked stunned. So I had to explain that if a fish bit my hook, I'd have to wake up from my nap, reel the darn thing in, put it on a string, rebait the hook, get outta my chair, might even spill my beverage and it would totally ruin my fishin'.
Dumb Yankee.
He just set there all day looking like I kicked his dog or something. It was plumb sad. Then when it started getting late, we packed up, walked back to the truck, loaded up and headed home. He finally asked me what we were going to tell our wives when we went home with no fish to show for a whole days fishin. I mean he must have thought I had never been fishing before or something! Jeez. I'll never in a million years understand a Yankee.
I just whipped the truck into Otha's quick stop, went in and bought 30 pounds of fresh dressed fish off one of the commercial boats parked in back, threw it in the cooler and said there, wasn't that a heck of a lot easier?
I had to spend the whole drive back to the house explaining that fishin' was just a way to get away from our nagging wives, spend the day drinking in the shade and getting a nice nap and just enjoying life. He never did get It I don't think.
He has work and fishin' mixed up in his head somehow.
But if ya still wanna go catfishin' I know a real good spot!
You sound just like my grandfather
