Originally Posted by
jackb
My normal fishing partner is Bwillaub and we enjoy each others company. I have learned a great deal about Crappie fishing from him. The first CDC member who was gracious enough to take me out was Monty. Well, this one time my PAL Bwillaub extends an invitation to a newbie and volunteers me to pick him up. Soooo, I get to enjoy this guys company for 'bout 90 minutes on the drive to Truman. At the time, I owned a new 2010 F-150. This guy gets in and promptly puts his feet (with shoes) on my dash so I respond with GET YOUR F#$%^&* feet off my dash. It's kinda quiet for the next 89 minutes or so after that. His tackle consists of a tackle box 'bout the size of a Volkswagon and a 5 ft rod. Told him to leave the tackle box in the truck. Bob is gracious enough to lend the guy one of his new 10 footers which he drops repeatedly on the side of the boat. I'm secretly waiting for Bob to "accidently" drop this guy overboard, but it does not happen; a testament to his patience. He also brought a cooler to take his fish home in which he leaves in the bed of the truck. On the way home, first time I hit the brakes the cooler slides forward and crushes my new 9ft rod. I believe I made it back to Liberty in about 20 minutes from Truman, an all time speed record untouched to this day. Before leaving for work each day I cruise the parking lot where I picked him up hoping to see him just so I can run him over. Mind you, I have fished with Slabs running mate Tom Tom and would have rather had a 15 no, 18 inch crochet needle run thru my eye, but this guy topped that. True story.:bash