Boomer Stories: Memories and Humor

WorkingBoomer has inspired me with her Boomer Stories.  I get the premise that Baby Boomers have lived through many exciting decades and have stories to tell.  Living is experiences and some experiences you remember more than others.   When you tell these personal stories to others it becomes part of  your life’s story.   Boomer blogging  is done by people who want to share some of these stories.

OK I accept the task to write one of my boomer stories.   What shall I write about?  Inspiration?  Generation perspective?  World peace?  No, I think fishing stories.  Fishing and stories kind of go together, don’t you think?

These three fishing stories all happen in the early part of my life, because I don’t fish much anymore except an occasional charter boat trip in the Gulf of Mexico.  The first story is scary and the other two humorous.

Here we go.

1. CATCHING A MESS – Growing up in a small town in middle Georgia,  when I was about age 15,  I went fishing just about every day during the Summer behind the dam at the spillway at Lake Tchukolaho with my two brothers.   This particular day I was catching the bream like crazy with my Zebco 33 spinner.  Wearing Calypso shorts and low cut Converse tennis shoes with no socks I waded out in the water almost up to my waist, to get closer to the fish.  After a while my fish stringer was full of bream and getting heavy so I double tied it to my belt loop so it would not come off and turned to start back to shore .   That fish stinger sure was heavy and I couldn’t wait to show my brother waiting on shore, so with both hands  I hoisted up the stringer of fish.  What happened next I still get goose bumps over.  There was a huge ugly water moccasin snake who had swallowed up the bottom half of my fish stringer.  Gasping jaws wide open trying to sallow the whole string.   I don’t know who was surprised more, me or the snake.  Remember the string was tied to my belt loop.  There was a lot of high stepping and splashing and eventfully I got to shore with out the snake.

Ok on to better times.

2. WHAT DO I DO NOW? – When I moved to the city and got married, Mary Ann and I lived in some apartments near Stone Mountain Park which had a nice lake.  I would come home from my Accounting job, change out of the suit, pick up my fishing gear and head over for 30 minutes of bass fishing before dusk.  Each time I would ask Mary Ann if  she wanted to go, and the answer was “No, you go ahead”, but this day she said yes.   Off to park we go and stopped on the side of the road and took the short walk through the woods to the lake .   Bass fishing is done by casting along the shoreline in the shallow water.  But we couldn’t both do that so I set Mary Ann up with a plastic worm and a large weight on her spinner and cast it straight out in the lake.  You just slowly reel in the line and then throw it back out, were my instructions.  There that would take care of here while I do some real Bass fishing.

I quickly disappeared along the wooded path along the lake to the better fishing spot.   Thirty minutes later, I had a couple of hits but no fish. Since it would be getting dark, I headed back.  As I came out of the woods to the clearing, I see Mary Ann standing there with her spinner rod pointed up and a big bass flip flopping on the ground.  “What do I do now” I heard her say.

On to the last fishing story.

3. TALK ABOUT A BIG CATCH!. –  So Mary Ann and I are fishing at a country pond.  It is getting late afternoon and time to bass fish.  We are on the side of the pond.  I plan to go along the pond’s edge fishing for bass. Mary Ann needs something to do.   I rig up a spinner with a Jitterbug lure, the type that wobbles back and forth across the top of the water.   Planning to keep her clear of my fishing grounds, I say “throw it over there towards the other side of the pond by those cattails”.    Mary Ann, where?   At that time three cows were walking along a path on the other side of the pond going to wherever cows go at the end of the day. I said “over there by the cows”.   Mary Ann reared back and slung that Jitterbug lure with a mighty sling .   The lure sailed high in the air and took off.  It landed on the cows back!

The cow keeps strolling down the path.  The fishing line is reeling off.

Mary Ann said here! and gave the spinner to me.  I made sure the line was letting out as the cow continued down the path.  What to do?  The lure after hitting the cow on the back must have jumped off on the other side. The line fell off the cow just before we gave out of line.

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Robert Fowler

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