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Originally Posted by DaPointIsDaBomb
When the winds were real bad, daddy would bring me and my younger brother for extra limits out to Fausse Pointe. I was 5 and little bro was 4. The coots would stack up in the protected water and we would paddle up to them and flock shoot them
We were coming out one day and daddys motor got hung up on a trotline. Started taking waves over the boat. Boat sunk and water was about 5 feet deep. Daddy could stand up, but we couldnt. He got some of that trotline string and tied up a pile of coots. He set me and little bro on a pile of coots and floated us back to the bank
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That's called keeping you wits about you in an emergency. Your dad a very smart man. Especially for haulin you little ones out der for a fatter limit.