Once at the lake we launched the boat. Well, I must admit Bubba did have more than a small bit of trouble backing the trailer up. It took him about two hours and as he explained, “the trailer hook would stick and the rig would not line up properly.” Yea, sure. I suspected it was just Bubba, but I didn’t say anything.
Well, at any rate, we were soon in the water and that meant things were looking up, at least in my opinion. While in the boat Bubba demanded that the captain and crew wear life preservers all the time. He handed me a blow up preserver of a cartoon character. I didn’t really like the idea of having a large mouse under my arms, but I do like to fish. His preserver was of a popular duck and at times he would look at me and go, “quack, quack.” The things I put up with to fishing and I didn’t even comment on his ducky.
As we drifted around the boat launch area Bubba attempted to get his big motor started. He pulled and pulled on the starting cord, but it wouldn’t start.
“Bubba, did you start the motor at home?” I finally asked. I was getting a bit upset over his laziness most of the time when it came to preparing for a trip of any kind.
“Well, not exactly. Kind of.” He responded with another pull on the starting rope.
“What do you mean by that. You either did or you didn’t.”
“Well, I checked the spark plug and gas level.”
“Bubba, DID you start it?”
“Of course not. I didn’t have any water to do it in. Ya gots to have water to run a boat motor and you know that.”
I was a bit upset. Bubba had about ten fifty-five gallon drums, empty ones, on his farm. All he had to do was fill one with water, attach his motor to the side of the drum and check it. Oh, well, not much I could do about it now.
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