Bubbas New Boat

“Fish on!” I yelled, just like I usually did. I kept the rod tip up and slowly worked the fish.

“Of course it’s a fish. What else would it be.” Bubba responded, not realizing that when you were combat fishing in some states “fish on” was a warning to other fishermen.

I soon landed a nice big bass. I was excited and happy. So far the trip was going as well as it could, with Bubba along. Of course, since I had caught a fish and Bubba hadn’t he decided we needed to move to another location, immediately.

Once again he had trouble getting the motor started. Then, all of a sudden, it zoomed to life….and came right through the floor of the boat. From stern to bow we were opened up. As water began to fill the now cut in half boat, I abandoned the ship and floated next to the sinkin’ “Titanic.” I was soon joined by Bubba.

“I got the ice chest.” he said with a big smile.”

We made our way to the shore and were soon sitting on a big log. Bubba opened a softdrink and took a long swallow. I could see he was deep in thought. All I could think of was if I had my pole I could at least still fish. But, my pole along with all of my fishing gear was at the bottom of the lake. Nothing else to do, so I opened a cola and looked over at Bubba.

“Bubba,” I asked as soon as I had taken a drink, “Now what do we do?

“Well, we can walk back or we can wait fer a ride. Since we got a cooler of soft drinks, I suggest we wait.” He then reached over and pulled out another drink.

About four hours later we were picked up by a fish and game warden and taken back to the boat ramp. I was mad and frustrated. A fishing day, completely wasted due to Bubba’s crazy ideas. It was not the first, nor was it the last time it would happen. As I made my way up the ramp I heard Bubba ask me, “Wonder how a feller makes himself one of them houseboats?”

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