My father was a farmer in Arkansas and loved to fish when he had a chance to go. One day, my older brother and his best friend were catfishing on the Mississippi next to where the barges unloaded. Dad would always come around and see how us boys were doing whether we were hunting or fishing. He hollered over at them and told them to come and get him so he could catch some fish. When they pulled up they asked him if he had a pole or did he need to borrow one of theirs. He said, oh no, I went to wal-mart and bought me a brand new 808 with a pistol grip! He was so proud of the pole and bragging for the boys to take a look. They got him loaded and boated back over to one of the barges and tied up. Dad was still bragging about the pistol grip on his pole. He baited up the hook with a catalpa worm and on his first cast the pole flew into the mississippi river and left him with only the pistol grip in his hand! My brother said he yelled out a few choice words before they had to take him back to the landing because he had lost all ambitions to catch any fish!
My Dad passed away a few years ago and we have so many fond memories just like that one of the zebco 808 with the pistol grip!

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Uncle Jed