After letting a whole summer go by and not writing a single article or
going fishing, it is time to get back to pen and paper again. I sold the boat due to
my back not being able to take the waves and bouncing around not being able to move the following
Thought about maybe a small flat bottom fishing boat with a small 9.9 motor to
fish small lakes, a bubble entered my brain about a pontoon until I saw that a brand new one with everything I
wanted on it would run about what I would I would pay for a house.
I got to get back to the lake. It is worse than being hooked on anything, I
thought I could shake the feeling, but driving down the Road and see a truck pulling a Bass Boat brings back the
memories and maybe get around the smell of gas and oil together when you start the motor in the morning you just
can't get that smell out of your nose. There are smells and feeling that you just can not ever shake or
I have set up a four day stay in PICK WICK 2018 this spring in their new deluxe
Cabin this April that is going to run $1200 and a buddy that has a small fishing boat where we might be able to get
some crappie. This is the first time I have been crappie free in my freezer in over three years.
With the boat gone and no plans on getting another one, the thought entered my
mind about all the rods, reels, lures and all the fishing items I've accumulated over the years. My answer was more
than likely was would sell everything. My son told me " No" he has about 140 crappie spots in Kentucky Lake and in
the Spring could get a pontoon boat and load it up....got my interest real quick all he needs to say when and will
have bags packed.
Maybe I can keep some things and still fish from other folks boats on the agreement no racing across the lake or
see if they can bounce me out of the boat. I can look back before my Dad passed and know what he was going through
and understand what he was missing seeing he also grew up on Pick Wick Lake and how he was watching me fishing, and
how much fun we both had together fishing.
This is got to be the hardest thing any angler has to go through other than that last cast or that last fishing
trip. As long as I can walk and have at least one good arm to hold a pole I will make that fishing trip even if I
have to have someone prop me up or tie me to a chair.
They have not laid me down yet and I already have people want me to leave them
items to remember me by, so why can't we just go fishing right now take pictures and enjoy the time that we have no
matter if we catch a bunch or just a few.
I once had a buddy that I use to beat every time we went fishing until one day he
had picked up alot of my tricks after watching me and copying what I was doing and other tricks he had learned from
other anglers and started beating me like a red headed step child.
I did not mind and explained that I had caught so many fish that I was proud that he had improved way beyond when
we started out together. After all, this is the guy that told me he could not cast a Bait Caster at Bass Pro on a
Saturday and two hours later on Sunday Morning he was casting away and owns more that 30 plus Bait Casters now. I
am the same I always ask myself why so many rods and the only answer I have is a different lure on each rod, that
way I do not have to stop fishing to tie on a different lure it is already on a different rod.
I guess while I am going down that memory lane have to visit all the mishaps that
happen to me also.
- How about trying to exit the back of the boat on the ramp and getting pants
caught on the back cleat and flipping me upside down and holding me by the rip in my pants. I stayed like that
for at least 15 minutes, until I could work myself back around to where I could pull myself back up to unhook
my pants. Boy glad I did not try and jump off the boat could just see me smacking the trailer with my face.
That would have made it to funny video for sure and too bad no one was standing around to see that, they still
would be laughing.
- How about bending over to pin down my rods on the back of the boat as we were
just about to leave a spot when my fishing buddy cranked the big motor and turned the boat and started to pull
off before I was down in the seat next to the driver and needless to say over the side I went. The driver
turned in the seat and grabbed me when I came up by my belt and I was yelling "SHUT THE MOTOR OFF" all I could
think was getting sucked under the boat and have the big motor making ground beef out of me. Got me back in the
boat soaked to the bone and it was colder than cold and I had a ton of cloths on, and yes I am a firm believer
that I always wear my life jacket no matter if the big motor is running or not.
- Same Day back at the ramp when we got the boat back on the trailer, the owner
told me to wait and he would help me out seeing he has put a coating on the boat that would make it look brand
new and also very slick when wet. Anyone that knows me know I can not stand for anyone to help me so I started
over the side myself and did a 360 before landing hard on the concrete. My buddy came around to see
if I was O.K. I said fine fine. I did not tell him then, but later I told him that I broke three ribs on that
- When I first got my Bass Boat I got my Father and we went to Pick Wick Lake
to Break the Boat in. We had just put the boat in when my Father ask me if it was normal for the boat to keep
blasting water out the side? Was not sure so I took it back to ramp to find out forgot to put the plug in. Back
on the lake for the break in and at the end, we were headed back to the ramp and loaded the boat back on the
trailer. When I leaned over the trolling motor to hook the bow hook, I hit the on button on the trolling motor
and let me tell you... those blades are sharp! My thumb and the top of my left hand got sliced open and blood
went everywhere. This is where I learned to always carry a FIRST AID KIT. I knew this was going to take
stitches when I get to Memphis. Ended up wrapping it in paper towels and my Dad was about to have a fit seeing
one of his kids hurt, and I kept telling him I was alright. Also taught me to unplug the trolling motor before
I do anything around the motor.
All said and done, not one hook in the face or other body parts. Now that is not
counting donating rods, lures, coffee mugs, glasses, hats and of course I let the fish borrow my phone to make any
calls number of times. AT&T thought I was nuts every time I went in for a new phone.
I guess the last and saddest memory is the day I sold my Boat and watched it leave my drive way for the last time.
It was like a part of my life was leaving at the same time that I will never be able to replace. But no one will be
able to take away my memories, that I will be able to hold till my last days.
KEEP THE HOOKS WET