12Footer
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Re: Should I try this??
OK, Pointer94 --- You axed for it. Here it is (C&P direct from BFHP, but was me). <br />The following is a true story.<br /><br /><br />Ok, I wasnt REALLY gonna take Bootz fishin, but after all those responses, and loosing the Evenrude bet, I had to. Saturday morning 3:15am, Bootz wakes me up in usual fashion, using her God-given fish hooks and shrill Siamese-like "meow" to inform me that she wants to go outdoors and kill stuff. I oblige ,like I do every stinkin mornin. Can't be 6am when I must get up for work.NOOOOOO! So I turn on the coffee pot,and click on Fox News channel to see what our beloved state has done to the process till 6. At 6am, I gather my coffee cup, keys and wallet, and start up the truck (boat n tackle preloaded the night before), and go cat hunting. Usually at 6:30am,bootz is in the driveway and sittin in front of my running truck as if asking to be "ironed-out"..I never put the thing in drive till it has some temp reading.Just a habit of mine..No bootz. I called n called, but no furball. I shut off the truck, and sat on the porch sippin coffee. The wife said I sounded like "Boomhuer" on the "King of the Hill" cartoon show (eg.,"thet dangol feline- messed-up boy I tellya. Dangol critter-missin the dangol mornin bite!" ect), sittin there mutterin to myself. Here comes the sun,but it's allright. I waited till 930am,still no bootz. I decided to go bank fishin,and come back later for Bootz. Caught a couple nice juvies,and turned them loose,and came home about 1pm. There she was,sittin in the driveway,as if to say "missed me .Try again". As this was actually just a 'spearment to see if a guy COULD take a cat fishin, I grabbed her up in my arms, rolled-up the windows,and headed for the Alva Ramp. "Mooooew...Meooow" is the only interesting thing she had to say for the whole 10mile trip. Once there, I left her in the truck as I preppped and launched ,tying the boat up to the dock,and brought Bootz down when I parked. Good thing I had the forethought to clip her "fishooks" for only the 2nd time in her 2year life!!! She had other plans, but I held-on tight. I knew if I let her go,I'd never see her again, and like I stated in my first post, I kinda took a shine to her. Well,I un-tied the little 12Footer with one hand,and kicked-on the TM. She kinda bucked,but I had a death grip on her.. I let her go about 80feet out from the dock. She bolted under the bow bench,and just stayed there, tellin me the same story about Meow that she had on the trip. I figured I'd just tool down river on the TM at half-throttle,and see if she calmed-down. About 10 minutes out, I reached down and grabbed her. I held her for about 10 more minutes strokin and counsoling her ,and her trembling did subside . I realesed her, and she looked all around makin a full pan of her situation over and over. She got used to it!!! We trolled for another hour,and outside of a meow or two,she had become confident enough to roam around the boat , first to the front bench, then the bow, and so on. We slowly arived at my first sweet spot, so I cut the TM ,grabbed my lite rod., and gave it a cast. Bootz went to her hidin place under the bench before the lure hit the water.. No luck,so after 15mins, I headed back out into the river. Once out there, I reached around to crank up my lttle merc... Upon the first pull , Bootz JUMPED outta the boat spittin like a baseball player at bat! So I chased her down,grabbed her up, and rolled her up in a towel. I had had enough, and surely, Bootz had too. We went back home. I'll never take her again,but I bet in her little kitty-way, she had a memorable day. I know I did, "dangol flea-bitten...oughta get Hanks gun, dangol confound rascal there boy I tell ya". <br />I warned you...It was a long story.<br /> Link to my original post <br />WoW! I haven't been on that site since 2000!!<br /><br />Follow-up: Bootz the cat dissapeared in December of 2001. We think a gator got her, as she prefered canal water to tap water, and would drink from the bank,while gators stared-on.<br />She probably died as she lived...Fearless of everything but boats, noise and motion not of her own making. She is missed.
OK, Pointer94 --- You axed for it. Here it is (C&P direct from BFHP, but was me). <br />The following is a true story.<br /><br /><br />Ok, I wasnt REALLY gonna take Bootz fishin, but after all those responses, and loosing the Evenrude bet, I had to. Saturday morning 3:15am, Bootz wakes me up in usual fashion, using her God-given fish hooks and shrill Siamese-like "meow" to inform me that she wants to go outdoors and kill stuff. I oblige ,like I do every stinkin mornin. Can't be 6am when I must get up for work.NOOOOOO! So I turn on the coffee pot,and click on Fox News channel to see what our beloved state has done to the process till 6. At 6am, I gather my coffee cup, keys and wallet, and start up the truck (boat n tackle preloaded the night before), and go cat hunting. Usually at 6:30am,bootz is in the driveway and sittin in front of my running truck as if asking to be "ironed-out"..I never put the thing in drive till it has some temp reading.Just a habit of mine..No bootz. I called n called, but no furball. I shut off the truck, and sat on the porch sippin coffee. The wife said I sounded like "Boomhuer" on the "King of the Hill" cartoon show (eg.,"thet dangol feline- messed-up boy I tellya. Dangol critter-missin the dangol mornin bite!" ect), sittin there mutterin to myself. Here comes the sun,but it's allright. I waited till 930am,still no bootz. I decided to go bank fishin,and come back later for Bootz. Caught a couple nice juvies,and turned them loose,and came home about 1pm. There she was,sittin in the driveway,as if to say "missed me .Try again". As this was actually just a 'spearment to see if a guy COULD take a cat fishin, I grabbed her up in my arms, rolled-up the windows,and headed for the Alva Ramp. "Mooooew...Meooow" is the only interesting thing she had to say for the whole 10mile trip. Once there, I left her in the truck as I preppped and launched ,tying the boat up to the dock,and brought Bootz down when I parked. Good thing I had the forethought to clip her "fishooks" for only the 2nd time in her 2year life!!! She had other plans, but I held-on tight. I knew if I let her go,I'd never see her again, and like I stated in my first post, I kinda took a shine to her. Well,I un-tied the little 12Footer with one hand,and kicked-on the TM. She kinda bucked,but I had a death grip on her.. I let her go about 80feet out from the dock. She bolted under the bow bench,and just stayed there, tellin me the same story about Meow that she had on the trip. I figured I'd just tool down river on the TM at half-throttle,and see if she calmed-down. About 10 minutes out, I reached down and grabbed her. I held her for about 10 more minutes strokin and counsoling her ,and her trembling did subside . I realesed her, and she looked all around makin a full pan of her situation over and over. She got used to it!!! We trolled for another hour,and outside of a meow or two,she had become confident enough to roam around the boat , first to the front bench, then the bow, and so on. We slowly arived at my first sweet spot, so I cut the TM ,grabbed my lite rod., and gave it a cast. Bootz went to her hidin place under the bench before the lure hit the water.. No luck,so after 15mins, I headed back out into the river. Once out there, I reached around to crank up my lttle merc... Upon the first pull , Bootz JUMPED outta the boat spittin like a baseball player at bat! So I chased her down,grabbed her up, and rolled her up in a towel. I had had enough, and surely, Bootz had too. We went back home. I'll never take her again,but I bet in her little kitty-way, she had a memorable day. I know I did, "dangol flea-bitten...oughta get Hanks gun, dangol confound rascal there boy I tell ya". <br />I warned you...It was a long story.<br /> Link to my original post <br />WoW! I haven't been on that site since 2000!!<br /><br />Follow-up: Bootz the cat dissapeared in December of 2001. We think a gator got her, as she prefered canal water to tap water, and would drink from the bank,while gators stared-on.<br />She probably died as she lived...Fearless of everything but boats, noise and motion not of her own making. She is missed.
