Scare me.....

Last night some kind of animal scared me while I was fishing. This is a normal blog post for many bloggers.

Now don't that first sentence just say it all?? There's something missing. Details. This is where it get's interesting.
So, what a good writer would do is 'splain some details....just exactly what it were what "scare the hell out ya".

Ya see, it happen like this....I were sit'n down there at the lake, fish'n pole all bait up with stink bait...or something like that, mind'n my own business, sip'n a cup and think'n. It were dark an' I were all by myself, just enough moonshine to see creepy shadows. Out the corner my eye I see something move. I turns my flashlight in that direction and ......holy shit, what the hell is that? Five foots away and still com'n on were this critter what had come out the woods. I jumps straight up out my chair, trip over my fish pole an' old Billy Bob get'n him some distance. Of course I scream like a girl. At first sight, I were think'n....an alligator. Closer observation, from bout 20 feets now, I see it don't look nuttin like no alligator. Nerves all calm down now, I takes a couple steps closer. It were either an armadillo or a possum. It were too late for a detailed description of this critter as he was on his merry way back to the woods mumbl'n something like "what the hell was that"?

I turned my attention to a new fish'n spot bout a hunnert yards north of the turtle farm. Weren't there more than 30 minutes when here go my fish pole.....head for the water like a bullet. My heart jump go a hunnert mile a hour grab'n at that thing. I done catched me up a fish. Weren't a big 'un, but it were a bonified honest to goodness fish. Not quite big enough to fill a dinner plate, but by god, it were a fish......Yeee Haaaa!!!! Then I says, where there one, there more. Then I hook up with a big feller.....a monster fish. Musta weigh in at the certified scales at no less than a pound or so. It were right bout 16 inches of romp'n stomp'n fish. Turn 'em loose and he go his merry way.

Oh yeah, I forget to tell ya, I think I runed (ruined) my camera. Ya see, here what happen. I were tot'n a arm full stuff down to the lake, tak'n the camera as evidence for a fish story. By the time I got there, my camera was doused with spilt coffee. After clean'n it up with lake water, it still functions as a day camera, but the little flasher thingy won't pop up no more for night time pics. Look like a trip to Walmart is in order.