Tyme2fish
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- Feb 19, 2002
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I just haven't gotten out to fish much lately. I wonder if I'm getting older. Is it possible somebody's trying to tell me something. Just seems like each time I'm about to get the hankering to go, something last minute jumps up and causes me to pause, reflect, wonder if I ought to or not. Get those butterflies in my stomach. Near cold sweats. Here's some examples.
Figured I'd try to hit Barren on Sunday morning real early. Temps seemed tolerable as forecasted. Was getting the boat ready to go Saturday night, and the winds came up. Thought....naaaw....it'll pass. As I finished the last detail, all loaded up, ready to lock up the truck so all I'd have to do is "Wake and Drive", I heard a gust of wind approaching from the southwest. Sounded like a freight train coming, but felt no wind yet. So I looked up at the 120 to 140 foot oak trees that surround and sometimes threaten my house. Did that just in time for the wind I was hearing to hit, full force. Must of been a 35 to 40 mph blast. I was still watching the tress, now bent like banannas, when the "Acorn form HE#$#$%#" made it's suicide dive bombing attack and crashed sqaure into the left lens of my eyeglasses. Cracked them instantly. I turned away as I felt the shock of the hit, and ran my forehead right into the rub rail of the hitched up pontoon boat. Darn near knocked my lights out, forehead throbbing, glasses spider-webed, I turned in full retreat to head for the safety of the garage, and half blinded, with watering eyes, and still woozey from the pontoon "head-butt", tripped over the boat trailer tongue, and did a full out, near Olympic-quality Swan dive to the aggregate drive way. Yes sir, the judges had it as a 10-10-10 total nose plant. Again staggered, eyes floating, nose dripping blood, forearms skinned up, glasses now off and up in the garge somewhere, I stumbled to my feet, and started a slow retreat to safety again. Just a step or too from the dark garage, I heard the "crunch", then the slight scretch of glass on concrete, and felt something under foot. Yep, my glasses were now perfectly reformed to fit around the dent in my forehead, and had a "Keds" logo implanted on what used to be the only good remaining lens.
I stumbled in the house, grabbed a beer, and headed for the shower, doing my best to avoid the wife. She'd a taken one look at me and figured I'd just been caught touching some other man's wife's private parts. While in the shower, washing off road rash, the wife yells in to me......."Hey, what time you going fishing tomorrow?". A chill ran up my spine, my heart raced, my kness got weak.......I didn't answer. She yelled again, "I saw you get hooked and loaded up, what time you going and where so I can plan dinner". I turned off the water, and said softly........"Naw, I'm not going no where, weather man says weather might get rough tomorrow...........and I just don't need 2 storms in as many days". She yells back. "It isn't raining now, what you talking about". I answered.........."Maybe not on you, but on some of us....I'm going to bed.....see ya in the morning.......late morning". I used the last sip of beer to washdown enough Tylenol to stumble a rhino, stuffed my nose with cotton, pulled on a sweat shirt to sleep in so road rash wouldn't infect the bed sheet, turned out the light, eased carefully into bed, and laid there aching and thinking. The last thing I remember thinking before slipping off to sleep was "I am just so glad it happened here, that it all came together close to home, the PERFECT STORM of pre-road disasters.....and not at 65 mph on I-65, or a 4 am at a 4 way intersection, or in an early morning dark fog with a 250 hp bassboat whose pilot drives by the braille system."
Each time now I walk out and look at the boat, the mere thought of planning a trip threatens to change the aroma of my shorts. Been wearing black BVD's for a week to be on the safe side. I guess I'll get over it......just scares me to death to think.........that might have been the "good trip", the "BAD ONE", might still be lurking out there. Maybe instead of buying lures next week, I might just stock up on Band-aids.......and then go for it. I figure momma can buy that car she wants with insurance proceeds as well as she can on monthly payments from my feeble paycheck.
I'm gonna stop now, my cigarette just fell out of the ash tray, and my checkbook is on fire............small fire..........
Figured I'd try to hit Barren on Sunday morning real early. Temps seemed tolerable as forecasted. Was getting the boat ready to go Saturday night, and the winds came up. Thought....naaaw....it'll pass. As I finished the last detail, all loaded up, ready to lock up the truck so all I'd have to do is "Wake and Drive", I heard a gust of wind approaching from the southwest. Sounded like a freight train coming, but felt no wind yet. So I looked up at the 120 to 140 foot oak trees that surround and sometimes threaten my house. Did that just in time for the wind I was hearing to hit, full force. Must of been a 35 to 40 mph blast. I was still watching the tress, now bent like banannas, when the "Acorn form HE#$#$%#" made it's suicide dive bombing attack and crashed sqaure into the left lens of my eyeglasses. Cracked them instantly. I turned away as I felt the shock of the hit, and ran my forehead right into the rub rail of the hitched up pontoon boat. Darn near knocked my lights out, forehead throbbing, glasses spider-webed, I turned in full retreat to head for the safety of the garage, and half blinded, with watering eyes, and still woozey from the pontoon "head-butt", tripped over the boat trailer tongue, and did a full out, near Olympic-quality Swan dive to the aggregate drive way. Yes sir, the judges had it as a 10-10-10 total nose plant. Again staggered, eyes floating, nose dripping blood, forearms skinned up, glasses now off and up in the garge somewhere, I stumbled to my feet, and started a slow retreat to safety again. Just a step or too from the dark garage, I heard the "crunch", then the slight scretch of glass on concrete, and felt something under foot. Yep, my glasses were now perfectly reformed to fit around the dent in my forehead, and had a "Keds" logo implanted on what used to be the only good remaining lens.
I stumbled in the house, grabbed a beer, and headed for the shower, doing my best to avoid the wife. She'd a taken one look at me and figured I'd just been caught touching some other man's wife's private parts. While in the shower, washing off road rash, the wife yells in to me......."Hey, what time you going fishing tomorrow?". A chill ran up my spine, my heart raced, my kness got weak.......I didn't answer. She yelled again, "I saw you get hooked and loaded up, what time you going and where so I can plan dinner". I turned off the water, and said softly........"Naw, I'm not going no where, weather man says weather might get rough tomorrow...........and I just don't need 2 storms in as many days". She yells back. "It isn't raining now, what you talking about". I answered.........."Maybe not on you, but on some of us....I'm going to bed.....see ya in the morning.......late morning". I used the last sip of beer to washdown enough Tylenol to stumble a rhino, stuffed my nose with cotton, pulled on a sweat shirt to sleep in so road rash wouldn't infect the bed sheet, turned out the light, eased carefully into bed, and laid there aching and thinking. The last thing I remember thinking before slipping off to sleep was "I am just so glad it happened here, that it all came together close to home, the PERFECT STORM of pre-road disasters.....and not at 65 mph on I-65, or a 4 am at a 4 way intersection, or in an early morning dark fog with a 250 hp bassboat whose pilot drives by the braille system."
Each time now I walk out and look at the boat, the mere thought of planning a trip threatens to change the aroma of my shorts. Been wearing black BVD's for a week to be on the safe side. I guess I'll get over it......just scares me to death to think.........that might have been the "good trip", the "BAD ONE", might still be lurking out there. Maybe instead of buying lures next week, I might just stock up on Band-aids.......and then go for it. I figure momma can buy that car she wants with insurance proceeds as well as she can on monthly payments from my feeble paycheck.
I'm gonna stop now, my cigarette just fell out of the ash tray, and my checkbook is on fire............small fire..........
