I was excited about the low-land trout opener in
the morning and I couldn't sleep. So I left the house
to drive to the lake even though it was dark. Like the
fool that I am, I fell over my chain saw and ravaged
my leg. My dog, Smolt, started in on the tears, but
it didn't help much. Oleander, my pet parrot, was unable
to curse because of his sore throat and fever. I've made
him wear a gauze mask because I think he may have SARS.
Anyway, all three of us cascaded into the weeds and when
we came out after much kicking and scuffling, Smolt had
the mask on and Oleander looked a bit like a dog. I'm not
sure of this last because of the blood on my face from
the chain saw.
By Bob Lawless
I forgot to clamp down on the trailer hitch so the boat
popped off on the first turn. Not much damage except the
motor on my electric motor was gone, the pipe connecting
the controls to the lower unit was shredded. I would have
When the truck began to miss, I thought the day was pretty
much scrubbed, and I thought about turning around, but since
the lake is only 12 miles up the road, I thought I could
make it. Silly boy. She gave out about a block from the water.
Now what to do? The boat is only a 12 ft. job and I thought
maybe I could just roll her to the lake since I have a wheel
on the front jack. I had to pull hard to get the rig to go
once I had abandoned the truck. All went well until, because
of the dark, I didn't see the ramp at the end of the road
approaching in time. Now the boat and trailer were pushing
me and I was flung head-long out into the lake trying to
escape. A guy was backing down to the water and spotted
me next to my sunken boat, the trailer having drug the
boat to the bottom but not in very deep water.
"Where's your truck? " he asks.
I explained as best as I could and he got me pulled out,
refloated and ready to fish. But my rod tip was snapped
about a foot down so now I have to fish with an 8 ft. rod
and I guess it was now a 5wt. but it had been a six. It
wasn't snapped completely off so I tried to fish with it
as is, hoping this would make the eventual repair much
easier. I found a band aid in my vest and taped the
broken piece to the tip.
My first cast was pretty much a disaster as the hook caught
my hat and flung it out far into the lake. I tried to reel
it back in but the leader broke a few feet from the boat
and the hat sunk. "Hey buddy, says this wiseguy, "whanna
borrow my net?"
One thing after another happened to me: I couldn't find my
nippers so I had to use my teeth and I chipped a tooth. I
apparently failed to properly secure my reel to the rod
and it fell off. When, in my haste, I reattached it, I
did so backward and now my line wouldn't come off the
way I like and the handle was on the wrong side. When I
tried to reel in to call it a day, the reel handle in
question was gone so I had to wind it in with my finger
spinning round and round, a blister formed. My lunch,
brunsweiger, baloney, salami and cheese, was so soggy I
couldn't eat it. My pickle was good though.
The dog, Smolt, had a big mosquito on his nose and I'm
convinced it's a West Nile virus demon from hell. I'm
covered with so many ticks from pushing the trailer along,
I'm sure I have lyme disease and maybe a touch of retro-virus.
I know we all do have fevers.
Since all this stinks, I decide to give it all up and head
in. That's when I notice one of the oars is gone. I'm going
to have to paddle against a stiff wind to get back to the
launch. But where's the trailer? Evidently, I didn't block
the wheels properly and it had rolled into a ravine about
50 ft. down. I started to drag the boat home but quickly
realized this was just not going to happen.
So I ran from it all.
The hell with the trailer, the boat, my gear and my truck.
I hooked a ride home from a passing neighbor who was too
afraid to ask me anything so I said nothing as if all were OK.
Coming through the front door, cut up, covered in blood
with a chipped tooth, no hat, soaked, scratching my ass
off, hungry, thoroughly pissed, my wife calls out, "Was
it as much fun as last year, dear?"
"Yea," I said, "pretty much." ~ Bob Lawless
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