Mine & Sandi Edwards trip to the fishin hole yesterday- well lets see first of all we leave after its about 200 degrees outside and the humidity is about 500% in a truck with no AC. So after a cruuse around the pond we decided we didnt like the looks of the water (expert fisherman like ourselves can just sense these things) so we headed to the creek. Well we get to the sandpile in the road and i was talking as usual and wasnt paying any attention as usual and the little truck started bucking and jumping again(still aint replaced the shocks) but this time we came to a halt. So i throw her in reverse and foward a few times and we buckin and jumpin and the mrs is yelling how i gonna tear up the truck and im a cussin how i need new shocks. So the mrs gets out and says she gonna push us out. I said i dont think so i gonna drive it out. So i go to buckin and jumpin all by myself without the mrs screaming in my ear. Well she starts waving her arms and pointing at the front of the truck. I said what and she says there lays your muffler. I get out and kick it in the weeds and finally drive out but we got another problem. The throttle is stuck bout a quarter to half open and we have no muffler BUT we still moving foward while the mrs has 2 fingers stuck in her ear holes. So we get to the woods where we have to take a decent walk thru in order to get to our favorite fishing hole so we grab our official fishing gear and start walking well we get there and i take a looksy at the sand bar and walk back to her and tell her its gonna be really muddy cause the back water hasnt been off of it very long. Well during that conversation all of the sudden we are both covered head to toe in hundreds of mosqitos (i aint exagerating) so she grabs the off out of the tackle box and starts dousing herself head to toe while i stand there having the blood sucked out of me (they normally dont bite me) but after she got done with the off i doused myself so on to the fishin hole so we slip and slide down the creek bank and on to the sand bar and we got bout 10 pds of mud on each shoe but dang it we had fish to catch so we set up shop. Her in her fancy plastic chair and me on my 5 gallon bucket. Man the bluegill were biting like little piranahs but the mrs catches a little bitty catfish and as she is playing with it like the thing is talking to me it fins her and she starts bleeding like a stuck pig so i pour a little water on it and we keep on fishin. I got bored and started skipping rocks and man i made the skip of all skips but she didnt see it. She was to busy trying to get her hook out of a limb shed been hung in mmmm bout 10 times. So we decided to call it a day and head home but we still had the sand pile to drive back thru and get my muffler so i stopped well away from the sandpile got my muffler got back in the truck and told the mrs i had a guy a long time ago it aint how big a tires you got its how fast you go so hang on honey. No problem this time other than a knot or two on our heads but neither of us ever felt it. So we get home. She douses herself with the waterhose and the sprays me and man it felt good. Thats about it. Just another day of fishing.......
Posted on: Sun, 21 Jul 2013 19:21:51 +0000
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