So, I won't tell ya what we did on day one, but on day two, we travel to the lake and meet our fishing guide, Bob. Bob's nice enough - kinda scruffy, kinda fishy, and definitely Southern! His southern drawl had a "twang" all of its own. I loved listening to his y'alls, gits, and lemme's. But I gotta admit, I kinda gotta bit apprehensive, when he jabbed me in the ribs and asked, "Did ya bring yer night gown?"
Say what???? I just met the man! "Most women don't like sleepin in thar clothes", he added. "Sometimes it gits kinda late!"
"Holy moly!! What did I just get myself into?" Please God! Don't let this be a marathon! I like to fish, but hey, everything has a limit!
So after all the pleasantries, we leave the dock in a sleek, modern, gear-filled fishing boat. Bob pulls the throttle and within mini-seconds, our boat blasts off across the lake like hell on wheels. The boat tip points skyward, and I'm sitting there, squeezed like a pancake, between Jer and Bob! I put a death grip on my sun visor, as my once carefully groomed hair flys every direction. Suddenly I'm wondering. Why I didn't bring another change of underwear? This is acceleration to the max! Puke bucket, anyone?
And then - just like that - boom! The boat stops on a dime! We've arrived at the per se "honey hole". Bob jumps up front and hands us our poles. Mine says, "super sensitive Sam." Great! I thought I left him at home!
But then - just like that - the catch was on and fish begin to fly into the boat. Oh wow! They were big ones! The fish were definately biting! That is for everyone - except ME!!!
So the next couple of hours I'm busy with snags, tangels, lost bait, false alarms and listening to numberous yelps by Bob, "Di-yanne! Whatcha doing back thar? Sleepin?"
"No Bob. I'm just fine!" Little did he know but my sun visor sporting head was starting to feel like a pimple in a vise and this was definately not my idea of fun. But I had fun watching Jer catch 'em. Yeah, right....
However; never say never! What seemed like a day and two hours later, I catch a fish!!!! Total elation! I wrangle him in, and just as I am admiring his beauty and size, Bob, takes him off my hook, says "drum", and then ---- THROWS HIM BACK IN THE WATER!
Say what? What happened to my fish???? Well, if I learned anything that day, I guess I learned that "drums" are plagued fish. In otherwords - you don't want 'em! Throw 'em back! Darn!
So, I could go on and on, but why waste your time. It was a day of "Hurray Jer! Nice catch!" and "Di-yanne, are ya sleepin?" UGH!
But now for the rest of the story --- the best part. The next day Jer and I head back once again to the lake. We meet Bob and I let him know right away that I DID NOT bring my nightgown, and then we head back out to the honey hole. Only this time---- It's my turn!!! Believe it or not, no one can catch a fish except for - ME!!! That's right, Di-yanne was on a roll! Boom! Boom! Boom! Big ones! Crappies and bass! Those poor fish couldn't get a break as long as my pole was in the water!!
So my friends- many times women ask me why I like to fish. They tell me their husbands fish, their kids fish, but they read books. Well, I might be weird, but yes, I do like to fish. And this is the reason why. You never know when it's gonna be a Di-yanne day! That's why they call it fishing!
