Note: Recently Melanie D. Calvert sent in an article about Bubba’s new fishin’ boat and she’s got the whole story mixed up, in my opinion. Oh, I guess what she sent in was true, from her perspective of thangs, but me and Bubba got us a different view. We thought y’all might like to see thangs from our side.
Bass fishin’ is THE sport for many people. We spend hours each summer and winter fishing for the elusive bass. We fish the lakes, streams, and rivers of the hills, hoping to catch just one nice one. But, what is a “nice” one. When I lived in Alaska I caught King Salmon that weighed more than fifty pounds and Halibut that were more than one hundred, but they lacked the excitement of a bass. Pound for pound I think a bass is about the most exciting fun you can have with yer clothes on!
A few years back my buddy (and cousin) Bubba and I decided to go bass fishing on hot summer day. Early the next day Bubba was at my door (and Melanie’s) in his old pick-em-up truck and off we went. A false dawn filled the morning air and I looked forward to a day of fishing. Bubba even had his modified John boat on a trailer behind us. Earlier that year he had constructed the boat from plywood, added elevated seats, a fish well, and an old sixty-five horse power motor. Additionally he had scraps of carpet, in various colors, on the floor to sound proof his rig. All total, not counting his motor cost, he had about twenty-eight dollars in his boat. See, the chairs were swiveling bar stools he purchased when a local beer joint went out of business. The boat motor he had bought from an uncle, who found it in a barn he was tearing down, and the fish well was an ice chest he hot-glued to the floor after he cut the bottom out of the boat. I thought for once Bubba was putting his intelligence to good use.
