Perfect modifications

Ok, what did I do yesterday? I sit here think'n bout the possibilities of catch'n me up some fish. Well, why the hell not. The sun is shin'n, ain't no wind an' I'm as excitis as hell to try out the new modifications on the "bubba boat".

So's I load up Sadie Mae an' we head off to the lake. Oh my, the lake come up some since the last time I was here. Them sticks and "da rock" is way to hell out in the water. Look something like bout a hunnert feet or so.

See that little circle out there??? That's "da rock", and everbody knows what the rock is. Next time I take the "bubba boat" out on the lake, I'll measure how far under water it is. I'm think'n bout maybe 3 feets. But then, my feet are smaller than most.

I unload the "bubba boat, blow it up, load all my gear. "Come on Sadie Mae, lets go for a boat ride". She takes off in the brush an' weeds. What the hell with that dog? I spend all that time mak'n modifications just so Sadie Mae can have a relax'n day on the water and what she do....head for the weeds. So's I stick her ass in "that jeep" an' I go fish'n.

"My god Billy Bob, when you make modifications, ya know what you're do'n". Here I was think'n "it ain't gonna work", only to find out I should have designed this boat in the first place. It were perfect....go straight like a arrow. This is when I learned I ain't worth a crap as a bass fisherman. I ain't never got a single bite after drag'n fish'n worms round the lake for over a hour. Went places I was skeered to go before. Way to hell over there at the end of that land mass stick'n out the water (see above pic). 

With the new high octane battery hook up to the troll'n motor, I was zoom'n cross the water do'n a hunnert mile a hour. Fish finder look'n for fish. Damn, there ain't many fish is there? But that don't matter a whole lot, I was fish'n. I had took the other battery with me....just in case. When I got back to "that jeep", I had only use bout 12% of the battery capacity (12.58 volts).

Other news. All that shoot'n I were tell'n ya bout the other day. It seems that the Mexican Federales sneekd up on some drug smugglers...an' open fire on them down on the bank. At marker 12 where ever that is. Now how comes this wasn't on the news??? The smugglers supposedly high tailed it to Texas leav'n their stash behind. Border patrol everwheres look'n for 'em. Boaters have been warned to stay clear of the Mexican side of the lake. They don't have to tell me more 'an onest.

Breaked out my "bibs" (bib overalls) last night. Not only are they comfortable to wear, they got a pocket for my camera. But the danm things was too long for my short legs. So's I breaked out my seamstress supplies....needle and thread. Whack 3 inches off them legs an' sew me up some new "hims". Ain't gonna be drag'n my pant legs on the ground no more. Took me a hour or so with very little cuss'n. I wonder if'n this could be considered a "modification".

Well, it ain't look'n like I'll be spend'n the day on the lake fish'n today. The sky is all clouded up and the wind is pick'n up enough to blow the "bubba boat" all the ways to Mexico. I'm think'n, since it's still early, I could load up that basket of dirty clothes an' head for the clothes wash'n place. But that's just a thought.