well i went fishen sunday...or should i say the fickel finger of fait lured me out to the lake. she must have been sitten on my shoulder listening when i told my wife i was going out in the morning to the lake. not long after i said that i looked at my comp. desk and saw some work i forgot to do...or was it the first in a series of well planned attacks by the fickel finger? well not being able to let it just sit there i got to it. next thing you know it 1:30 in the AM. "i've got to get up early" i said, so off to bed i went... or so i thought. at 2:30 my son, who sleeps with us in bed(9 mths old), decides its time to wake up and play horse on my stomach....or was he cowarsed? eather way it was 3:00 or so before i resumed my slumber. now the alarm goes off at 6:00am but someone hits the snooze butten. was it realy me that did this...i wonder. now its 8.00am and my wife says " i thought you were going fishing?" so i get up, prop open my eyelids and decide that i can't go to the good lake because i don't have 4wd in my truck. my wife suggests that i borrow the in laws truck to go to the good lake. ok that sounds good. so i get there and theres no ball hitch on it....sabitoged i'll bet. back to the house i go to work on my next move. after a little deliberation i decid to go to tsala popka lake down the road. now i have been trying to use my new fish finder to learn how best to use it so i hook up the jumper cables to the battery to let it charge for awhile while i get stuff ready. 45 min. later i take it off the cables and head to the lake. i should have been a little leary when things started to go right. the lady at the bait shop says" i got some lively ones today". (sucker!) i get to the lake and back the boat into the water and just then, BAM! i find out that the county put a parking bumper at the end of the boat ramp and the water is so low that i have just enough water to cover 4 in. of the back of the boat....coincedance? i think not. its 10:00am now and i've come this far so i give it a push and in she goes. a local shows up and says " lakes low, but the canals got some water in it so you should'nt have any proublem getting out to the lake." he was a paid spy cause i did'nt make it 20ft before i hit bottom with the motor. now its the princable of the thing.i'm going fishing by god. in 20 more feet the bottom of the boat hits the bottom of the lake. i'm not giveing up so i took the oar and pushed the boat 50yds to the water. victory....NOT. i started the motor and putted a few feet and then turned on the fish finder. it came on for about 30 seconds and went right back off. dead battery. now how do you suppose that happend? the lake is so low that its just a big pool of water with no structure above water and i don't know the lake very well(hence the fish finder) so i head to the side of the lake by all the docks. must be some fish over here where the old folks toss out bread to the bluegills....i open up the bait bucket to find 3 dozen of the deadest minnows i've ever seen.( lively...yea right. poisend i'll bet) so i toss one out to no avail. its noon thirty now and 92 deg. so i just cranked her up and started to drive arround the lake. ahhh thats better , a breeze. after a few laps arround the lake i decide to stand up to get some blood flowing through the old but cheeks....not 2 seconds later, in the same spot i just drove through 8 times, i hit bottom with the motor. now at 17+ mph in a 12ft jon boat with a shin high steering consol you DON'T want to hit bottom. the lady on the dock said the form on my swan dive was flawless, but i could use some work on my entry. that boat stoped right fast and in a hurry, but i did not. kinda went into slow motion watchen the bow of the boat go by underneath me. i guess i am lucky, it could have been a lot worse than my pride getting hurt. time to go. i went back to the canal and pushed my boat back the 50yds to the boat ramp,limped to the truck, loaded her up(not without its own proublems) drove home, dragged my wet,sweaty,sore,tierd,sorry carcass into the house and my wife says" have a good trip"......nail in the coffin. now i think that i will keep my fishing plans a secreat untill i get ready to go so as not to tip off the fickel finger of fate. she is a spiteful lady! 
<br /> derwood
<br /> derwood
