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MOON LIGHT BAY

                                                       

 

 

“I WAS SAILING ALONG-G-G-G, ON MOON LIGHT BAY-Y-Y-Y, JUST A SAILING ALONG-G-G-G, ON LOVES OLD SWEET SONG-G-G-G-G-G.”  I SANG AS I MOTORED IN FROM RUNNING MY LINES.  THE MOON WAS FULL.  IT’S GLOW SEEMED TO SNEAK THROUGH THE CYPRESS TREES AND SPREAD IT’S SHIMMERING LIGHT ACROSS THE WATER.  THERE WAS NO WIND.  THE NIGHT WAS CLEAR AND I WAS THE ONLY BOAT ON THE LAKE TONIGHT.  THE WATER WAS LIKE A MIRROR REFLECTING THE MOON AND STARS.  THE SMELL OF CYPRESS TREES WAS IN THE AIR.  ALL WAS AT PEACE WITH THE WORLD.

 

I REACHED OVER AND TURNED OFF MY MOTOR AND LET THE BOAT DRIFT TO A STOP.  AS I SAT THERE IN MY BOAT I LEANED BACK AND PROPPED MY FEET UP ON THE SIDE OF THE BOAT. I COULD HEAR THE TREE FROGS IN THE CYPRESS TREES SINGING AND ONCE IN A WHILE A BIG BULL FROG WOULD CHIME IN WITH HIS “KRUMPPP KRUMPPP KRUMPPP.”  THEN AN OWL SAID HOOO HOOO HOOO-A-A-A-A.  I THOUGHT TO MYSELF, THIS MUST BE WHAT HEAVEN IS LIKE.

 

THEN A SMALL FISH MADE A SPLASH SOMEWHERE.  SMALL NIGHT SOUNDS TIP TOED IN ON THE LIGHT BREEZE. AS I SAT THERE I WAS AT PEACE WITH MYSELF AND THE WORLD.  SUDDENLY I HEARD A BEAVER HIT THE WATER WITH HIS TAIL AND THAT MAKES A BIG SPLASH.  I HAD DRIFTED TOO CLOSE TO HIS DEN AND HE WAS LETTING ME KNOW ABOUT IT.  ONCE IN A WHILE I COULD HEAR THE SOUND OF SOME NIGHT BIRD CALL OUT.  OCCASIONALLY THE SOUNDS OF THE RAFT OF MUD HENS, OUT IN THE OPEN WATER, WOULD DRIFT OVER THE WATER TO ME AS THEY CHUCKLED AND SQUAWKED AT EACH OTHER.  THEY SOUNDED LIKE A BUNCH OF WOMEN AT A TEA PARTY.  THEN I HEARD THE WHISTLE OF A TRAIN LOW AND EERIE.  IT ECHOED ACROSS THE WATER LIKE A GHOST.  THE NEAREST RAILROAD TRACK WAS 12 MILES AWAY IN THE TOWN OF WASKEM.  IT’S AMAZING HOW SOUND TRAVELS AT NIGHT,

 

THEN A CATFISH IN THE 5 GALLON BUCKET BEHIND MY SEAT FLOPPED AND IT BROUGHT ME BACK TO REALITY.  I HAD A BUCKET OF CATFISH TO CLEAN BEFORE I COULD GO TO BED.  SO I STARTED THE MOTOR AGAIN AND HEADED FOR CAMP.  WITH THE MOTOR RUNNING, I STARTED SINGING AGAIN.  AS BAD AS I SING, EVEN I DON’T WANT TO HEAR MY VOICE, SO THE ONLY TIME I SING IS WHEN THE MOTOR IS RUNNING.

 

WHEN I GOT BACK TO CAMP, JOHNNIE AND I WERE STAYING AT MRS. TUCKER’S CAMP ON CADDO LAKE, I CARRIED THE BUCKET OF CATFISH AROUND TO MY FISH CLEANING TABLE AND GOT STARTED.  JOHNNIE STUCK HER HEAD OUT THE BACK DOOR OF THE CABIN AND SAID, “WHAT TOOK YOU SO LONG, IT’S AFTER MIDNIGHT?”  I JUST TOLD HER I HAD LOTS OF HOOKS TO BAIT TONIGHT.  SHE SAID, “WELL I’M GOING TO BED,  BE SURE YOU WASH THOSE FISH GOOD BEFORE YOU PUT THEM IN THE REFRIGERATOR.”   “OK,” I ANSWERED.  AFTER I FINISHED WITH THE FISH I WALKED BACK DOWN TO THE BOAT.

 

I SAT DOWN IN THE BOAT AND WAS JUST ENJOYING THE SOLITUDE.  AS I SAT THERE I SAW A MOTHER COON AND HER THREE BABIES COME WALKING ALONG THE WATERS EDGE.  SHE WAS IN THE LEAD AND THE LITTLE ONES WERE FOLLOWING IN SINGLE FILE.  AS THEY WALKED ALONG THE WATERS EDGE SHE REACHED DOWN AND PICKED UP A CRAWFISH.  SHE BIT THE HEAD OFF IT AND HANDED IT TO THE FIRST BABY IN LINE.  AS HE STOPPED TO EAT IT THE MOTHER COON AND THE OTHER TWO BABIES MOVED ON.  AS HE FINISHED HIS MEAL HE CAUGHT UP AND TOOK HIS PLACE AT THE END OF THE LINE.  IT WASN’T LONG BEFORE THE MOTHER COON CAUGHT ANOTHER CRAWFISH AND THIS TIME SHE HANDED IT TO THE FIRST BABY IN LINE.  HE STOPPED TO EAT AND WHEN HE FINISHED, HE TOOK HIS PLACE AT THE END OF THE LINE.   BY THIS METHOD EACH BABY WAS BEING FED AS HE GOT TO THE HEAD OF THE LINE.

 

THEN THAT OLD HOOT OWL STARTED AGAIN.  “HOOO HOOO HOOOA-A-A-A-A-A.”  I GUESS THAT WAS MY SIGNAL TO GO TO BED.  I RELUCTANTLY WENT BACK TO THE CABIN AND WENT TO BED.  JOHNNIE WAS ALREADY ASLEEP SO I COULDN’T TELL HER ABOUT THE COONS.  IT WOULD HAVE BEEN NICE TO SHARE THAT WITH HER.

 

THE NEXT MORNING AN HOUR BEFORE DAYLIGHT THE COFFEE POT CAME ON.  NOW I’VE GOT TO TELL YOU ABOUT THIS COFFEE POT.  IT’S A MR. COFFEE ELECTRIC POT WITH A TIMER ON IT.  YOU JUST SET THE TIME YOU WANT IT TO MAKE COFFEE AND IT’S LIKE AN ALARM CLOCK.  IT TURNS ITS SELF ON AT THAT TIME.  THERE ARE LOTS OF MR. COFFEE ELECTRIC POTS OUT THERE, BUT I BET THERE IS NOT ANOTHER ONE LIKE THIS ONE IN THE WHOLE WORLD.  OH, IT MAKES COFFEE JUST FINE, BUT IT’S WHAT IT DOES WHILE IT’S MAKING COFFEE THAT’S UNUSUAL.  WHEN IT TURNS ON IT STARTS MAKING NOISE.  IT WILL SAY, ”WOOOOOOOOO, WOOOOOOOOOOOO,  WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, SHOOSSS SHOOSSS.”  WHEN WE HAVE GUEST AND THEY HEAR THAT COFFEE POT FOR THE FIRST TIME WE DON’T HAVE ANY TROUBLE GETTING THEM OUT OF BED EARLY IN THE MORNING.  THEY SIT STRAIGHT UP IN BED AND HOLLER, “WHAT’S THAT?”  NOW I DON’T NORMALLY BELIEVE IN HAUNTS BUT THIS COFFEE POT WILL MAKE YOU WONDER.  IT SCARES THE BEE-JEEBERS OUT OF EVERYONE THE FIRST TIME THEY HEAR IT.

 

ANYWAY JOHNNIE AND I GOT UP AND HAD A BREAKFAST OF EGGS, BACON, HOT BISCUITS, AND PLUM JELLY.  JOHNNIE DRANK COFFEE AND I DRANK MILK.  AFTER BREAKFAST WE WENT DOWN TO THE BOAT.  THERE HAD BEEN A HEAVY DEW THAT NIGHT AS USUAL.  I ALWAYS PUT LARGE PLASTIC TRASH BAGS OVER MY BOAT SEATS TO KEEP THEM DRY.  WE PULLED OFF THE BAGS AND PUT THEM IN THE STORAGE COMPARTMENT IN THE BOAT FOR THE NEXT TIME.  THEN WE STARTED FOR OUR LINES OUT AT JOHN’S HOLE JUST AS THE SUN WAS PEEKING OVER THE CYPRESS TREES.  ITS NOT REAL COLD BUT WITH THE DAMP AIR AND THE WIND CHILL FROM THE MOVING BOAT WE HAVE LEARNED TO WEAR A COAT FIRST THING IN THE MORNING.  AS WE APPROACHED JOHN’S HOLE WE SAW SOME OF THE LIMBS THAT WE HAD LINES TIED TO JUMPING UP AND DOWN.  WE HAD FISH!  AS WE CAME TO EACH TREE I WOULD TAKE THE FISH OFF THE HOOK AND JOHNNIE WOULD BAIT IT WITH ANOTHER PIECE OF WEENIE.  AFTER WE RAN OUR LINES AT JOHN’S HOLE WE WENT TO OUR OPP LINES ACROSS THE OLD RIVER BED. THESE LINES ARE BAITED WITH LIVE BREAM FOR OPPS, (OPPELOUSAS CATFISH) OR AS SOME PEOPLE CALL THEM FLAT HEAD CATFISH.  THEY GROW UP TO 100 POUNDS, AND WILL NOT TAKE ANY THING BUT LIVE BAIT.  THEIR FAVORITE FOOD IS A LIVE BREAM ABOUT 4 TO 5 INCHES LONG. 

 

WE HAD TEN OPP LINES OUT.  AS WE APPROACHED THEM I COULD SEE ONE OF THEM PULLED BACK IN AGAINST THE TREE.  THIS IS WHAT A BIG OPP WILL DO WHEN HE GETS HOOKED AND FINDS HE CAN’T TEAR OR BREAK LOOSE.  HE BACKS IN AGAINST THE TREE AND SAVES HIS STRENGTH UNTIL SOMETHING HAPPENS.  WHEN YOU GET HOLD OF THE LINE AND TRY TO PULL HIM UP, HE COMES ALIVE AND GIVES YOU A REAL BATTLE.  YOU USUALLY GET WET, GET HIT BY THE LIMB YOUR LINE IS TIED TO AS HE JERKS IT UP AND DOWN, AND YOU GET YOU RIBS BRUISED LEANING OVER THE EDGE OF THE BOAT TRYING TO LAND YOUR FISH.  BUT YOUR ADRENALINE IS PUMPING SO HARD YOU DON’T NOTICE THESE THINGS AT THE TIME.

 

WELL WHEN I GOT A HOLD OF MY LINE EVERYTHING HAPPENED.  THE FISH CAME ALIVE AND THE BATTLE WAS ON.  JOHNNIE STOOD THERE WITH THE NET TELLING ME TO GET HIM UP TO THE TOP OF THE WATER SO SHE COULD NET HIM.  THE TREE LIMB WAS SLAPPING ME IN THE FACE, WATER WAS SPLASHING ON MY GLASSES SO I COULDN’T SEE, AND THE FISH WAS ABOUT TO PULL ME OUT OF THE BOAT.  I YELLED, ”JOHNNIE I’M TRYING, JUST YOU BE READY.”  SHE KEPT TELLING ME TO NOT LET HIM GET AWAY.  I YELLED BACK, “I’M DOING EVERYTHING I CAN JUST BE PATIENT.”  SHE HIT ME WITH THE NET AND SAID, “DON’T YELL AT ME.”  NOW I’M NOT ONLY FIGHTING THIS FISH I HAVE TO WATCH JOHNNIE TO KEEP HER FROM HITTING ME WITH THE NET AGAIN! 

 

WELL EVENTUALLY I GET THE OPP TO THE TOP OF THE WATER AND JOHNNIE NETS HIM AND IT TAKES BOTH OF US TO LIFT HIM OVER THE SIDE OF THE BOAT.  WHEN WE GET HIM IN THE BOAT JOHNNIE DROPS THE NET AND THERE LAYS A BIG OPP THAT WILL WEIGH OVER THIRTY POUNDS.  WE BOTH LAUGH AND SAY THAT WAS SOME BATTLE.  JOHNNIE EVEN SAYS SHE’S SORRY ABOUT HITTING ME WITH THE NET.  THAT’S THE ONLY FISH WE HAVE ON OUR OPP LINES THIS MORNING SO WE START BACK IN TO CAMP TO TAKE PICTURES AND CLEAN OUR FISH.

 

WHEN WE GET BACK TO THE BANK JOHNNIE GOES AFTER THE CAMERA WHILE I GET THE FISH OUT OF THE BOAT.  WHEN SHE COMES BACK I HOLD UP THE BIG OPP SO SHE CAN TAKE A PICTURE OF ME AND THE FISH.  OTHER PEOPLE ARE UP AND AROUND BY THEN AND COME TO LOOK AT OUR FISH.  EVERY ONE WANTS TO KNOW WHAT WE CAUGHT HIM ON AND WHERE WE CAUGHT HIM.  WHAT I TOLD THEM IS A WHOLE NOTHER STORY FOR A DIFFERENT TIME.  BUT YOU CAN BET I DIDN’T TELL THEM WHERE WE CAUGHT HIM.

 

AFTER CLEANING OUR FISH AND PUTTING THEM IN THE FREEZER.  I ATE A SNACK OF PEANUT BUTTER AND CHEESE ON CRACKERS.  JOHNNIE HAS PEANUT BUTTER AND BANANAS ON BREAD.  THEN WE WENT OUT TO CATCH SOME MORE BREAM FOR BAIT FOR OUR OPP LINES.  WE WENT TO JODY’S DUCK BLIND.   I KEEP THE WATER UNDER HIS BLIND BAITED WITH A SACK OF DOG FOOD.  THAT ATTRACTS THE BREAM AND MAKES IT EASY FOR US TO CATCH ALL WE NEED.  WE CATCH ABOUT 20 AND PUT THEM IN THE BOAT’S LIVE BOX.  THEN WE GO BACK TO CAMP FOR OUR AFTERNOON NAP.  LATE IN THE EVENING WE WILL USE THEM TO BAIT OUR OPP LINES FOR THE NIGHT.

 

AFTER WE GET UP FROM OUR NAP, WE EAT A SANDWICH AND GO OUT TO BAIT OUR LINES.  WE GO ACROSS THE RIVER TO OUR OPP LINES FIRST.  AS WE GET TO THE FIRST ONE, I ASK JOHNNIE TO REACH INTO THE LIVE BOX AND HAND ME A BREAM.  ALL OF A SUDDEN SHE LETS OUT A SCREAM THAT MAKES THE HAIR ON THE BACK OF MY NECK STAND UP!  “WHAT’S WRONG” I ASK?  JOHNNIE SAYS, “THERE’S A SNAKE IN THE LIVE BOX!!!”  I STAND UP AND WALK TO THE BACK OF THE BOAT AND LOOK IN THE LIVE BOX.  SURE ENOUGH THERE IS A SNAKE IN THE LIVE BOX.  HE HAD SWAM IN THROUGH THE HOLE THAT LETS WATER INTO THE LIVE BOX TO GET HIM A BREAM.  HAVING SWALLOWED THE BREAM HE COULD NOT GET BACK OUT OF THE LITTLE HOLE. 

 

WELL THE BATTLE IS ON.  I’M TRYING TO CATCH THE SNAKE WITHOUT GETTING BITTEN.  BUT, BOY IS HE SCARED AND MAD.  HE TRIES TO GO BACK OUT THE HOLE HE CAME IN, BUT WHEN HIS BODY GETS TO THE BIG BULGE THE BREAM HE SWALLOWED MAKES, THAT PART IS TO BIG TO GO THROUGH THE HOLE.  SO HE’S STUCK.  THERE IS ABOUT 12 INCHES OF HIM OUTSIDE THE BOAT AND ABOUT 18 INCHES OF HIM STILL IN THE LIVE BOX.  I KNOW IF I GRAB HOLD OF HIS TAIL AND PULL, I CAN PULL HIM BACK THROUGH THE HOLE.  BUT JUST AS SOON AS HE IS CLEAR OF THE HOLE HE IS GOING TO CURL UP AND BITE ME.  WELL FINALLY I FIGURE THE ONLY SOLUTION IS TO TAKE MY KNIFE AND CUT HIM INTO TWO PIECES.  THE FRONT OF HIM CAN GO OUTSIDE AND THE BACK OF HIM WILL STAY IN THE LIVE BOX.  THEN I CAN PICK UP THE TAIL AND THROW IT OVER BOARD WITH OUT GETTING BITTEN. 

 

AFTER I GET RID OF THE SNAKE, I ASK JOHNNIE TO HAND ME A BREAM SO I CAN GET ON WITH THE BAITING OF MY LINES,  “NO.” SHE SAID.  “WHY?” I ASK.  “YOU SAW ME THROW THE SNAKE OUT OF THE LIVE BOX.”  “I’M NOT STICKING MY HAND BACK IN THAT LIVE BOX, EVER!” SHE SAYS.  I HAVE TO GO BACK TO THE LIVE BOX AND CATCH ALL THE BREAM AND PUT THEM IN A 5 GALLON BUCKET OF WATER, THEN JOHNNIE WILL CATCH AND HAND ME A BREAM AS I NEED IT TO BAIT A HOOK.  SO GOES THE HARD LIFE OF A FISHERMAN WITH A CITY GIRL FOR A WIFE.

 

ANYWAY WE GET OUR HOOKS BAITED AND GET BACK TO CAMP JUST AT DARK.  IT’S SUPPER TIME, SO WE GO IN AND FRY SOME FISH AND HUSH PUPPIES AND MAKE A SALAD FOR SUPPER.  AFTER WE EAT AND CLEAN UP THE KITCHEN WE GO OUT ON THE FRONT PORCH AND SIT ON THE COUCH.  THEN I GET A CHANCE TO TELL JOHNNIE ABOUT THE COONS I SAW LAST NIGHT.  WE QUIETLY TALK ABOUT WHAT EVER AS WE SIT THERE NEXT TO EACH OTHER.  I PUT MY ARM ACROSS HER SHOULDER AND PULL HER CLOSE TO ME.  I THINK HOW NICE IT IS TO BE IN LOVE.  NEVER MIND THAT WE HAVE BEEN MARRIED OVER 40 YEARS. 

 

ABOUT 10 O’CLOCK I SAY, “I THINK I’LL GO LOOK AT OUR LINES TO SEE IF WE HAVE ANY FISH YET.  DO YOU WANT TO COME WITH ME?”  JOHNNIE SAYS SHE WILL GO THIS TIME, SO WE GO TO THE BOAT AND START OUT TO OUR LINES.  NO SINGING THIS TIME, WITH SOME ONE ELSE IN THE BOAT I DON’T SING.  BUT AS WE GET OUT TO JOHN’S HOLE AND TURN OFF THE MOTOR.  THE NIGHT SOUNDS CAN BE HEARD AND WITH THE BIG MOON SHINING UP IN THE SKY I THINK OF THAT DEAN MARTIN SONG.  THE ONE THAT GOES, “WHEN THE MOON HITS THE SKY, LIKA BIG PIECEA PIE THAT’S AMORE-E-E.”  BUT I SURE DON’T TRY TO SING IT.

 

WE CHECK OUR LINES AND DON’T HAVE ANY FISH YET, SO WE JUST BOAT RIDE FOR AWHILE UNDER THE MOON.  IT’S SO PRETTY OUT ON THE LAKE I DON’T WANT TO GO BACK.  JOHNNIE SEEMS TO BE ENJOYING THE NIGHT BOAT RIDE ALSO.  AFTER AWHILE SHE SAYS, “IT’S NICE, BUT I’M TIRED.  LET’S GO IN.”  RELUCTANTLY I TURN BACK AND GO TO CAMP.  AT LEAST I DON’T HAVE ANY FISH TO CLEAN TONIGHT. 

 

THE NEXT MORNING WE ARE WOKE UP BY THE SOUNDS OF THAT WEIRD COFFEE POT AT 6:00 AM AND HAVE BREAKFAST.  THEN IT’S TIME TO RUN OUR LINES AGAIN.  WE PUT OUR COATS ON AND OFF WE GO.  THE SUN IS COMING UP OUT OF THE WATER PROMISING ANOTHER BEAUTIFUL DAY.  WE HAVE A BUNCH OF CHANNEL CATFISH THIS MORNING, BUT NO OPPS.  WHEN WE GET BACK FROM RUNNING OUR LINES, MRS. TUCKER ASKED JOHNNIE IF SHE WANTS TO GO TO TOWN TODAY.  “SURE,” SAYS JOHNNIE.  SO OFF THEY GO, LEAVING ME TO CLEAN THE FISH BY MYSELF.  ALSO, WITH MRS. TUCKER GONE, I WILL HAVE TO STAY IN AND RUN THE CAMP.  AFTER I GET MY FISH CLEANED AND PUT IN THE FREEZER, I GO DOWN TO THE BOAT SLIP TO WORK ON SOME OF THE RENTAL BOATS.  THEY ARE ALUMINUM JON BOATS AND THE RIVETS GET TO LEAKING AFTER AWHILE.  SO I SEAL THE RIVETS WITH A SILICONE SEALER. 

 

WHILE I’M DOING THIS ONE OF MY FRIENDS COMES IN OFF THE LAKE WITH A BIG BASS HE WANTS TO WEIGH.  WE PUT HIM ON THE SCALES AND HE WEIGHS 11 LBS. AND 12 OZ.  “MAN, THAT’S A BIG BASS!” I SAY.  BUT I DON’T DARE ASK HIM WHERE HE CAUGHT IT.  “DID HE GIVE YOU MUCH OF A FIGHT?”  I LET HIM TELL ME ABOUT CATCHING THE BASS AND HE WINDS UP NOT ONLY TELLING ME WHERE HE CAUGHT IT, BUT WHAT HE CAUGHT IT ON.  YOU SEE WHEN YOU GET A FISHERMAN TALKING ABOUT HIS BIG FISH, HE JUST DOESN’T KNOW WHEN TO SHUT UP.  NOW THAT I HAVE ALL OF THAT INFORMATION I CAN HARDLY WAIT FOR JOHNNIE AND MRS. TUCKER TO GET BACK FROM TOWN.

 

BUT THEY MAKE THE MOST OF THEIR ESCAPE FROM THE CAMP.  THEY STAY ALL DAY.  FIRST, THEY GO TO THE BANK FOR MRS. TUCKER TO MAKE HER DEPOSIT.  THEN THEY GO SHOPPING AT WAL-MART.  AFTER WAL-MART THEY STOP AT A “CHURCH’S FRIED CHICKEN” FOR LUNCH.  THEN THEY GO TO THE BEAUTY SHOP.  AFTER THAT THEY GO TO THE GROCERY STORE AND FINALLY COME BACK.  THEY GET TO CAMP ABOUT AN HOUR BEFORE DARK.  JUST AS SOON AS THEY DRIVE UP I TELL JOHNNIE I’M GOING FISHING FOR BASS FOR AWHILE.  I HEAD FOR BIRD ISLAND, WHERE MY FRIEND CAUGHT THAT BIG BASS THIS MORNING.

 

WHEN I GET THERE I START CASTING A TEQUILA SUNRISE COLORED WORM JUST LIKE THE ONE MY FRIEND TOLD ME ABOUT.  WITHIN 30 MINUTES I HAD CAUGHT FOUR NICE BASS, BUT THE LARGEST ONE WAS ONLY ABOUT SIX POUNDS.  I KEPT TELLING MYSELF THAT THE NEXT CAST WOULD GET THE BIG ONE.  HOPE SPRINGS ETERNAL IN A FISHERMAN!  THEN JUST AT SUN DOWN I THREW MY WORM UP AGAINST A LARGE STUMP AND JUST AS SOON AS IT HIT THE WATER A FISH HAD IT AND WAS RUNNING FOR DEEP WATER.  I SET BACK HARD ON MY ROD TO SET THE HOOK.  WHEN I DID THE FISH JUMPED OUT OF THE WATER AND MADE A BIG LUNGE FOR SOME BRUSH.  THE HOLE HE MADE IN THE WATER WHEN HE CAME DOWN LOOKED LIKE IT WAS AS BIG AROUND AS A BUSHEL BASKET.  HE WAS STRIPPING LINE OFF MY REEL AGAINST THE DRAG SO FAST IT LOOKED LIKE I HAD HOOKED INTO A SPEEDBOAT.  HE WAS BIG!!!  I MANAGED TO TURN HIM BEFORE HE GOT TO THE BRUSH, BUT THEN HE RAN BEHIND A CYPRESS TREE. 

 

WELL THAT’S WHEN IT HAPPENED.  MY LINE BROKE!  I SAT THERE IN THE BOAT AND LOOKED DOWN AT MY HANDS.  THEY WERE SHAKING.  I FELT EXCITED AND DISAPPOINTED AT THE SAME TIME.  EXCITED THAT I HAD HOOKED A BIG BASS AND HAD THE FIGHT OF MY LIFE AND DISAPPOINTED THAT HE GOT AWAY.  I SAT THERE IN MY BOAT LOOKING AT THE WATER WHERE THE FISH HAD BEEN WHEN HE BROKE MY LINE AND SAID OUT LOUD,  “MR. BASS YOU BEAT ME THIS TIME BUT I’LL BE BACK.”  HE HAD WON THIS BATTLE BUT HE HADN’T WON THE WAR!

 

BY THIS TIME IT WAS TOO DARK TO CAST ANY MORE SO I CRANKED THE MOTOR AND SLOWLY MOTORED BACK TO CAMP.  “ I WAS SAILING ALONG-G-G-G, ON MOON LIGHT BAY-Y-Y-Y, JUST A SAILING ALONG-G-G-G, ON LOVE’S OLD SWEET SONG-G-G-G.” 

                                                          

 

  BY LOREN MOORE

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