Thread: Nightmare on Pickwick: My story.

Day 4: Tourney Time:

Welp day 4 has arrived and so has mother nature. We get outside bout 5:00am and it's round 45 degrees and da winds already howling. This ain't all bad, the game plan has just reversed itself. Instead of headin to Indian Creek, we decided to hit the homerun and go to the number 1 spot. Speshually since the wind was blowin and the number 1 spot was under a bridge that we could tie off to. So we get to the bridge and tie off to it and pull out our Speshually rigged 10' jig poles. You had to use these short poles cause the bridge was so low. Well we pull up there just about to wet our britches with excitement. So we flip a cork and a Minner under the bridge and...........nuthin. It tWas about 30 minutes before we got a bite. Finally we caught a couple of short dinks just like the day before so now we ready fer the good ens to bite. Well I finally hook into one an get it about 20' from the boat and it comes off. And it went down hill from there. Adder bout 4 hours, 23 goggle eye, 17 breams, a cat, 2 bass, 2 dink crappie and a broken rod, we decided number 1 wasn't number one. Yes I said broken rod. My brother sets the hook rather hard and that's fine ifn they's a fesh there and you ain't under a 7' tall bridge wif a 10' rod. So now I gots a 8.5' rod. So we go into panic mode and run to Indian Creek. Get to our spot and throw out the bouy and start to it. The fight was on now. 57 white bass and 1 crappie later we decide to go back to #1. So we spend the last hour at #1 sulkin and ketchin more goggle eye and by the time we left I had a 7.5' rod. So we carry our 3 dinks to the weigh in with our heads hung in WB fashion. In shame I tell ya. So when every body in the crowd got thru laughin we went to Outback Steakhouse and drounded our shame in a prime rib and a gallon of sweet tea. Even the waiter made fun of my brother. His bill was $24 and some change. So he decided to pay with a hunnert dollar bill. Adder a 12 minute wait, the waiter brought back his change. It was broken up like this: 1- Ten$, 2-fives and 55- one dollar bills. The waiter laid it on the table and kinda snickered and said he had trouble breakin the hunnert. He left and the waiter at the other table went to snickering. Heck I even laughed. That stack of bills wouldn't have fit in ES's purse let alone my brothers wallet. He gets peeved and calls the ol boy back over and makes him go find his hunnert and puts it on his debit card. Glad this day is over. Day 5 is even better.

Oh yea, I gotta back up to day 3. I fergot one small detail. Upon takin my boat out of the water, I realized, once I was in the parkin lot, that I did not get the boat on the trailer far enuff. I prolly had 2 feet or so hung out over the bunks. So, instead of doin what was right and putting the boat back in the water and tryin again, in my infinite wisdom, I decided to slide the boat up on the trailer utilizing the motor of my truck as the moving force and the brakes as the leverage. Well lemme tell ya, dont try this at home. I'm guessin a wet bunk, 8 mph across a parkin lot and a sudden slammin of the brakes will cause the boat to slide 4 feet, not the 2 feet needed. Ifn you guessed that I broke my winch post and roller off, you guessed right. It almost was disasterous. That baby almost slid into my tailgate. So, for the rest of the day I rode around with a ratchet strap hooked on the front of the boat and on my spare tire bracket. So sent my new fount buddy Maachuu a text to see ifn they might have a couple of U-bolts at his store and here's they way the text went:

Minner: Hey Maachuu, Ima needin a couple of U-bolts fer my winch post on my boat. Have yall got any?
Maachuu: I dunno, lemme see.
Maachuu: Hey minner, what size are they?
Minner: They got to be 4" wide and over 4" tall, I think. I aint at the trailer right now, but Ima guessin thats what they are.
Maachuu: OK, I fount some. I'm sending you a pic to verify this is what you need.
Minner: OK.
Minner: OK
Minner: OK
Minner: OK It takes a long time fer a pic to download when youre on the water and you only got 1-2 bars.
MInner: Thats it Maachuu. I think. Ifn you dont mind, bring me 2 of em home wif you when you leave werk and I'll meet ya. Oh yea, ifn you want, you can go to the Ranger BBQ with us.
Maachuu: I cant. I have plans.
Minner: OK, See ya round 5:15 at the state line.
Now when a man says this what he really means is "The wife has made me promise to do the floors and the dusting tonight."
So i calls Maachuu and axed him how much are these things gonna cost me, not that it really mattered. And Machuu says "nuttin". I say "Maachuu, I dont expect you to give em to me, now daddgummit, how much are they?" Maachuu, "Nuttin, dont worry bout it".
So when Maachuu arrives, I have him a gift package made up. I went through my tackle box and cleaned out a bunch of junk, i mean nice tubes and grubs that I have caught fesh on sometime before and I also fount him a hat that had only been worn once, that they gave me at the seminar the night before. Yall ought to have seent that boy's face light up. So when I compare the u-bolts with mine, I promptly head to Lowes and buy the right sized ones. Nice try Maachuu. I really do appreciate the effort. One thing learned through this ordeal. Maachuu is a good feller. He didnt have to try and help me out, but he did. Maachuu is ok in my book.