Holiday Weekend Misfortunes
It started like this:
Me and the boys decided Friday morning we would leave that afternoon and go to Pickwick and catch catfish Friday night, camp at our favorite campground (Holiday Inn) and then get up Saturday morning and continue catchin catfish, stripe and e few smallies. Well the trouble started friday mornin. When the excitement came over me that we were goin catfishin, I developed a self-diagnosed migraine. Oh how my head hurt all day friday. But me being the super dad I am, we finally left the house about 3:00. Get to florence around 5ish, after the normal hamburger stop only 20 minutes from the house and the liver and ice stop in Russellville, AL. When we finally get there the boys see that the bait shop is still open and they procede to talk me and my achin head into stopping. Spent round $30 fer stuff that they fergot to bring. Finally, on to the boat ramp. My oldest has became a great asset in launchin the boat, but the chokin the motor part, I haven't taught him yet, so I always crank the motor before launchin. Here's the good part. At some point in the week, one of the boys, I reckon, decided to see just how long the crankin battery would hold charge with the key left on. You guesed it, not long enuff. So i proceded to get the jumper cables out, mind you my head is full of BC powders, tylenol and Ibuprofen and still achin.Well you guessed it again, it would not jump off. didn't wanna move the trollin batterys cause that would limit the jug fishin with no spot light, so back to the bait shop. Just in time before he closed, whew. Well the old boy that owns the bait store doesn't sell batteries, but said he had a group 29 i could borrow, ifn it would fit. At this point, it didnt matter if I had to sit it in the seat beside me, it would work. So I take my old battery out and get this power plant snuggly in place, with no extra room. get the cables hooked up and wahlah!! His battery is deader than mine. Thanked the man and gave em a good cussin in my mind cause I think he knew my head was killin me, the boys had not even offered to get out of the truck and now my back had been strained to no end. Well after gettin his battery out, it's off to advanced auto parts. Purchase the only marine cranker they had, dont know what kind, how big nor did I care, as long as it started the boat. Well by this time there was a super cell thunderstorm building right over the boat ramp, so I told the boys, its only been 4 hrs since we last ate, so lets get somethin to eat while the storm passes. We did and then drive to the ramp, again and wait bout another hr til it passes. Finally bout 9:00 we launch and head to the dam. Well it aint over yet. On the way to the dam, the runnin lights decided to quit burnin. Well with my head finally eased up a little, I check all the fuses with none being blown, that I could see. This is where I thought, What would WB do? The boys had one of those head lights that shine red on one setting and white on the other and we also had another small LED flashlight. You guessed it. After a half of a roll of electrical tape, we had running lights. We fished til bout 11:00 and caught round 25 cats. Saturdays delima to come, It gets better.
Man, thats onw heck of an ordeal right there
sound like you got a trouper for a son though and you bringing him up tough as nails
