A Father’s Day Fish Tale
I have the best stepfather in the world. He lives on a beautiful lake and he knows he has a permanent fishing partner in me. He is the funniest man I know. Every fishing trip with him is an adventure.
One trip that I will always remember happened approximately one year ago. Robert, my stepfather, took my mother and I out to troll for crappies. It was some kind of hot in the Delta and the fish had gone into deep water. Robert always wears blue jeans when he is fishing. Why he does, I am not sure. I always told him if he ever fell over he would sink due to the weight of the jeans.
Anyway, somehow, someway, he managed to get a hook hung in the inseam of those jeans. My mother and I were laughing so hard because it was quite close to where it did not need to be. Robert asked my mother to help him because he could not see the hook. You see, Robert has a rather large stomach. Anyway, I told him there was no way he and my mother were going to be on one end of the boat and I on the other. I weighed only 100 pounds at the time, so I volunteered to assist Robert. I got to laughing so hard I was crying. Then Robert began laughing. Next my mother started laughing. There were several boats in the area that were also trolling for crappies. We all of a sudden looked up to see that all the boats were coming closer and closer to us. Then we really started laughing. Robert, being his usual self, had to start telling jokes and our laughing only got louder. The boats kept coming. The only thing we could guess was they wanted to see why a woman was on her knees in front of a man in the boat and everyone was laughing.
Needless to say, the only way the hook got out of the Robert’s jeans was with the help of some pliers. Little did they know Robert was laughing to keep from crying.