Post by Metal Angler on Aug 9, 2005 22:04:32 GMT -5
Grumpy old fishermen
Well i was cutting my lawn while ago and i noticed my neighbor which is the grand old age of 83 had his tackle box and fishing rod on his porch.I assumed the old guy was going fishing in the morning. So i went on my way cutting my lawn, but being a admirer of older fishing gear i pushed the lawn mower a lil closer so i could see his antique rod and reel.I couldn't believe it was completely beautiful.His set up was nothing like i ever had seen before. He must have fished allot in his years i thought.The silver polished reel gleamed and it had a engraved bass in it.A prism of light on the porch reflecting off the antique reel illuminated the area where it layed and the old South bend rod looked very interesting and in very good shape. the cork handle was stained and worn in from battling huge fish. As i looked at this fishing gear and drifting away in my mind., I suddenly was startled by a loud bark of a really pissed off old man peering at me through the window. "Hey get the hell outta my stuff!!! he torted. I wasted no time took right off in a hurry pushing my landmower and not looking back. Getting to back to the safety of the middle of lawn i yelled back i was just looking at it sorry. The old guy yelled back well OK then and grabbed up his gear in hurry and went back inside. So i finished my lawn and went in for dinner. After dinner i heard a heavy knock on the door
it was him the grumpy ole fishermen next door. I was hesitant to open the door just from the sound of his voice. Opening the door i was looking into the face of the old man he said "what are you doing just standing there for are you ready to go?
Ready to go? i replied? Ya for Christ sakes your not very brite are you? fishing you know. With out thinking i said well sure and continued to say what nice fishing gear he had. he didn't say much but ya i know and hurry up.So i grabbed my gear and walked over to his house. Standing outside he came out.
Then the words i didn't want to hear came outta his mouth I'm driving. And looking at the old Ford truck in his drive way i cringed breakdown city for sure or worse death.As we drove along the country road to his favorite fishing spot i built up the courage to ask um what are we fishing for? He looked at me puzzled and replied Fish!!!
I just shut up and went along for the ride and every so often as we past a wood row or clover patch on the country road he would say i shot many jumpers there and point. Jumpers? i was scared to ask i just said yeah it looks like a good spot. Getting to the fishing spot he picked for that day took about 2 hrs. As we drove closer to the dam he said hang on my brakes don't work to well so i have to use the hand brake. Oh god we are going to die and drive right into the river i started praying in my mind and the old devil started to look for the hand brake moving stuff around in the cab in a rough manner saying under his breath i know it here somewhere. Pulling the hand brake with all of his force the old ford came to a screeching halt about 2 feet from the edge if the dam. Getting out the cab in a hurry i just shook my head as laughed and said we made it. I just said in a state of shock we sure did.
Making my way down to wards the bottom of the dam two deer popped out in front of us .The old guy said look at those jumpers i then knew what he ment and by the way they jumped i felt privileged to understand his lingo. He seemed to me to be more agile than me and is 50 years older.
After setting up we fished for hours and didn't catch much and then all of a sudden he said i have a trick i will make em bite i will be back. he made his way back to his truck. Returning from the truck with a pail and mop he said this will work its all most the perfect time. I was thinking the old guy lost his mind what the hell is going to do with the mop and pail? Then he knelt down and poured a lil bit of what looked like chicken grease in the water. and said "Watch this" then he took the mop and dipped it in the pail and plunged it into the side of the channel in the water and counted out loud 1 2 3 4 5 and yanked up the mop it was full of lil black catfish.About 10 a lil over a pound i couldn't believe it. How was this possible? The fish would bite the mop and get there teeth stuck in the grease soaked mop threads. I Just laughed and said wow what cool trick for bull heads. i guess we will be eating bullheads for dinner and he said yep. As he dumped the rest of the chicken grease in the water. In no time he filled the whole 5 gallon pail to the rim with bullheads. Then we got into the ford and headed for home.
The end
Metal angler
