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Now DAD for years had a old 14 foot V-bottom aluminium boat locked down with chain and lock at a close by lake . He on Saturdays, as weather permitted would take Norma Jean and I up to the lake in the old 53 Chevrolet pick-up and let us out at the boat. Dad, payed the marina Guy who owned the land $12 a year for this privilige. We had to put the 10 horsepower Western Auto Wizard in the the back of the truck and then mount it on the boat when we got there after right siding up the boat and un-locking the lock. Then, DAD would come get us both right at dark.
Norma Jean and I would fish for whatever was biting, we dug our own worms and searched the local cricks for crawfish. Minnows was a luxury and cost a fortune back then. After we had spent our allowances on gas for the boat motor there was not much left for minners!
Darn her hide she could run the boat motor better than I could. She never failed to get it started on the 3rd pull. Then she would sit down and just grin at me and ask where we going? we spent several summers in this old aluminum fishing boat and had a grand time Norma Jean and I. No matter what that gal did , she was fun to be around, why she even became my best buddy, even though she was a girl.
Zebco 33 had just came out and DAD had bought one of them for himself! I could not beleive Dad let us take it with us the next time we went out alone. I tried it out and it was so smooth. After fishing for years with the old Langley's open faced and the River rats, this Zebco was uptown mojo! Why, one couldcast for days and never backlash
I showed Norma Jean how to cast the Zebco and she chose to tie on a yellow number 4 spiiner bait in cold yellow! this, was a good artificail bait in the springtime and Dad had caught lots of fish on it......he, only had one Zebco 33 and one yellow spinnerbait. As I scull paddled us down a bank one afternoon as Norma Jean cast to shore and retrived the bait, I saw up ahead on a point that shot out into the lake a small bird walking the banks of the lake right at the water's edge.
Norma casted that spinner like a professional. Plop -plop she would go as I paddled the big heavy boat.
Now, I know Norma Jean did not mean to throw the spinnerbait at the small bird on the bank that afternoon but, just as she released the trigger and the bait went towards the bank....why, that small killdee looking bird ran right under the bait at water's shore. And, the line from the Zebco went over the bird's neck. I really thought Norma Jean had overshot her throw but really the bird had challenged the bait in mid-air. the line went around and round that bird's neck right behing his head, just if Norma had planned it that way. It went around and round and the poor bird could go no -where
Norma Jean looked at me with a grin and started reeling that bird to the boat. I looked with earnest for I had no-idea what to do, but got the dip net just in case, Norma told me what to do! That, bird might have not been very big but it was highly pissed off with that fishing line wrapped around its' neck and when the bird got in the boat........poooped everywhere, down my britches, across Norma Jeans blue blouse, down her jeans and every where in the boat and never quit squaking!
Norma Jean looked at me and said: "What now"? I just told her to hold that silly bird still and I would cut the line from it's neck and then we would release that critter, but just as I reached for it with pocket knife with blade open it struggled free from Norma Jeans grasp and into the water it went. then, without paying attention the bird took off, line Zebco and spinnerbait and all. It flew about 50 yards and went into the water. We both stood there in amazment, not knowing what to do next when all of a sudun the ZEBCO went over board, hook, line and everything
all became very quite....very, very quite between Norma Jean and I
to be cont'd
Norma Jean and I would fish for whatever was biting, we dug our own worms and searched the local cricks for crawfish. Minnows was a luxury and cost a fortune back then. After we had spent our allowances on gas for the boat motor there was not much left for minners!
Darn her hide she could run the boat motor better than I could. She never failed to get it started on the 3rd pull. Then she would sit down and just grin at me and ask where we going? we spent several summers in this old aluminum fishing boat and had a grand time Norma Jean and I. No matter what that gal did , she was fun to be around, why she even became my best buddy, even though she was a girl.
Zebco 33 had just came out and DAD had bought one of them for himself! I could not beleive Dad let us take it with us the next time we went out alone. I tried it out and it was so smooth. After fishing for years with the old Langley's open faced and the River rats, this Zebco was uptown mojo! Why, one couldcast for days and never backlash
I showed Norma Jean how to cast the Zebco and she chose to tie on a yellow number 4 spiiner bait in cold yellow! this, was a good artificail bait in the springtime and Dad had caught lots of fish on it......he, only had one Zebco 33 and one yellow spinnerbait. As I scull paddled us down a bank one afternoon as Norma Jean cast to shore and retrived the bait, I saw up ahead on a point that shot out into the lake a small bird walking the banks of the lake right at the water's edge.
Norma casted that spinner like a professional. Plop -plop she would go as I paddled the big heavy boat.
Now, I know Norma Jean did not mean to throw the spinnerbait at the small bird on the bank that afternoon but, just as she released the trigger and the bait went towards the bank....why, that small killdee looking bird ran right under the bait at water's shore. And, the line from the Zebco went over the bird's neck. I really thought Norma Jean had overshot her throw but really the bird had challenged the bait in mid-air. the line went around and round that bird's neck right behing his head, just if Norma had planned it that way. It went around and round and the poor bird could go no -where
Norma Jean looked at me with a grin and started reeling that bird to the boat. I looked with earnest for I had no-idea what to do, but got the dip net just in case, Norma told me what to do! That, bird might have not been very big but it was highly pissed off with that fishing line wrapped around its' neck and when the bird got in the boat........poooped everywhere, down my britches, across Norma Jeans blue blouse, down her jeans and every where in the boat and never quit squaking!
Norma Jean looked at me and said: "What now"? I just told her to hold that silly bird still and I would cut the line from it's neck and then we would release that critter, but just as I reached for it with pocket knife with blade open it struggled free from Norma Jeans grasp and into the water it went. then, without paying attention the bird took off, line Zebco and spinnerbait and all. It flew about 50 yards and went into the water. We both stood there in amazment, not knowing what to do next when all of a sudun the ZEBCO went over board, hook, line and everything
all became very quite....very, very quite between Norma Jean and I
to be cont'd
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