A Night on a Boat
Wednesday August 12, 2009
At several points in every fisherman's lifetime a number of things have to happen. They happen to every one of us, and we all learn valuable lessons. The list includes things like hitting your partner in the head with a sinker, hooking yourself when you cast, dropping a rod overboard, - well you get the picture.
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Spending the night on a boat with your friends is really great fun. All it takes are some fishing rods and lines, some bait, float and lots of beer. Another important thing to remember is to always bring a first aid kit in case something untowards happen.
I have always considered myself quiet the fisherman, my family understood this and tried to make it possible for our family to get away to lake Buchanon 2 or 3 times a year or the coast once a year where i would fish 24 hours a day until time to leave. when i was about 10 years old a trip was planned to meet up with my uncle Lester(who had a boat)aunt ELA MAE, uncle and aunt Edgar and Martha and my 2 cuusins Steven and Philip who i see about once a year at lake Sam Rayburn to camp and fish, Wow. Then my family and Lester’s were to go to Galveston for a deep sea trip Lester, dad and myself. Upon arriving at Sam Rayburn i was in Heaven i had never been in woods with pine trees or seen a clear water lake. I could’nt wait to go out in the boat while looking through all the coolers in camp i found on ice what i was told was an 8# black bass caught the day before. With my constant harassment it was decided to go buy bait. Without to much protest dad and Lester decided it was all right for me to ride in the trailored boat as we cruised down the highway lokking for a ” Bait Stand”. You can imagine my torment when the first place we stopped had a sign that said “NO MINORS”, needless to say after the next stop we had dozens of large red horse minnows. After a night of mosquitos,much talking and flatulance, 3 young cousins were up before the sun ready to catch at least an eight pounder. After a great breakfast we all loaded into what had looked like a huge boat, i think it was about 19 feet long. Lester, dad, myself, Steven, and Phil loaded and headed to the exact spot where Lester had caught the monster the day before.Upon anchring in what we were told was 40 foot of crystal clear water i was ready. I jumped up to be the first one to catch a fish and i dont remember exactly how it happened but as i made my cast i seemed to just let go of my rod, we all just stood ther and watch it sink in 40 foot of water. Needless to say i felt terrible, literally. Before the fishing trip was over i was laying down in the boat. Upon our return to camp and being examined by mom and Ela Mae it was determined i had the “mumps”.Instead of going to Galveston next it was decided to go to Vidor, Lester and Ela mae’s home so i could rest. After what seemed like a week it was decided to go to Galveston where Lester dad and myself “if feeling well enough” were going deep sea fishing.Needless to say when it was time to go mom said i was still to sick. Dad and Lester got up very early and left for the boat. It seemed early but at about 10 am they returned to the motel saying that it was so rough that the Captain had to turn the boat around and return to port. Dad said the boat would nose down and a foot of water would run from the front all the way to the back and several of the fisherman were chumming. A couple of days later the put me on a bay boat where i caught many hard heads and baby sharks. So as not to let you think i always have bad luck on a trip a year later Lester took us out in his boat in what i think was the Houston ship channel where i caught a 30 inch trout, but thats another story in itself.