My uncle bought my old man's jon boat when I was about 13 and re powered it with a brand new 35, I learned later he financed and had no insurance - hadn't made the second payment on it yet. Apparently he installed it himself too. We take off out of Joseph's heading to Bertrand and he is showered down when all of a sudden we smoke something in the canal and the motor goes for a swim. We troll back to where he thinks it's laying, and he goes to diving for it, and diving, and diving some more - never found it, and he kept making payments!
Another trip to the rock when I was in high school with my cousin and best friend. No sleep, fun night before, dumb move to go and a tough day in the sun dehydrating... But we wore out the reds (caught under poppin cork with alabama rigged crickets btw) and had a mess of skrimps so it was an awesome day. I pass out in the back seat on the way home and so did my cousin while my buddy drive, while the ice chest that we all said was way too heavy to go anywhere was resting peacefully in the boat. Made it home without stopping, but the ice chest didn't! Talk about a roller coaster of emotions going from everyone being pisssed and hollering at eachother to pass blame, then laughing about the whole ordeal, to finally feeling a little relived that we could just go take a 12 hour nap without having to clean all those fish. I hope someone saw it happen an got blessed with the bounty!!
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