Ten minutes later Bubba was standing knee deep in the cold water of the Springs holding up his huge carp for the world to see. My man had a grin on his face that reminded me of an egg suckin’ dog comin’ out of the henhouse.
An hour later, as we drove home, Bubba was once again asleep with his head leaning on the door window as I drove. Traffic was still light, mainly due to the bad weather, and I did some serious thinking. As near as I could figure, counting the beer Bubba had to celebrate his fifteen-pound carp, the trip cost me almost eighty dollars. Now, I’m not a greedy man by any stretch of the imagination, but that’s a lot of money. I realized it would have been cheaper to just go to a store and buy a dozen trout, but I like to fish. Also, I had not caught one single fish, mainly because Bubba had kept me so upset I couldn’t think straight most of the wet day. All the way home I fumed as I thought of how my cousin had used me once again.
Pulling up in front of Bubba’s mobile home, he quickly pulled out the carp, gave me a big lopsided grin and said, “You keep them trout’s. This heah carp is big enough to feed me and mine. And, Gary?”
“Yep, Bubba Lee?”
“Come by on payday and I’ll pay half of what the trip cost ya.” And with that said Bubba turned and quickly walked toward his home. You know, as he turned I caught the sharp outline of his wallet in his right rear trouser pocket.
“I’ll come by early on payday Bubba, I got a pretty full day planned.” I yelled out as I got into my truck, but thought, I’ll be by before the mailman runs and go with ya to the bank. I might be dumb, but I ain’t stupid. Or am I?
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