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Friday, September 9, 2011

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.

8 comments:

  1. I loved your blog today, as usual. Laughed out loud and am still smiling. Brings back some good ole memeories. Next time we meet up, will have to tell you some of them.

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  2. lololol,,,Good one. Bet that animal was lots more scared than u. Snakey place too. What u mean? u threw that fish back?,,,perfect eating size. Was looking forward to that fish fry. Heck, i'll even bring the hush puppies. lololol

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  3. Thanks Dizzy, that make my day.

    Trouble, well hells yes I throw that fish back. I ain't clean'n no stink'n fish when it's my bed time. Sides that, how the hell ya clean a catfish.....????

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  4. Ya putting us on right. All that time ya spent in Georgor or somethin and ya never hooked a cat ?
    Well on the inside ya clean a cat same way any other fish, on the outside ya skin um, use a pair plyers or a fish skinner any bait shop will be happy to sell ya. BE CAREFUL, dem little ones like to use their fins for self defence. Kinda feels like gettin poked with an ice pick.

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  5. LOL Bob, I fillets them suckers. I rekon I'm a bit to impatient to sit on the bank wait'n for a fish to get on my hook. No, I ain't no cat fisherman.

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  6. U be sure to leave that head on til u get them skinned,,,gotta have something to hold to, or those fins will getcha good. Want mine cooked with bone in, better tasting. AND DO NOT!! throw those tails away!,,,Clean, fry, eat, taste like good chips. Just had fish for supper. Little strips like YOU would like. lololol,,,Since i know where all the bones are, doesn't bother me to eat them with bones in. Think i didn't do my share of cleaning fish?,,,and chickens?,,,hahaha, told ya, i was raised right. Watch out behind ya, after dark.

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  7. You probbly' gonna have to git a new camera Billy. What the hell use is a camera that works in the daytime, what with all your fishin and boatin an all. Most likely, you just spilt the coffee in the wrong hole.

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  8. Thanks for the laughs BB you and Hobo should go on TV, show them youngsters really fun stuff not all that nasty street crap.

    Why do you folks use those letter things what a pain they are. Just my worthless 2 cents

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