Douglas Lake Adventure

[CrappiePappy]

First, let me put things in perspective - it's the mid 1970's ... my fishing buddy, Kenny, is about 5'6" tall - full beard & shoulder length (straight) reddish brown hair - stocky, muscular build of around 160lbs. I'm about 6'2" tall - full beard & shoulder length (wavy) black hair - 135lbs soaking wet.
We leave home with just enough money to buy gas to and from Douglas Lake, Tn - 3day license's each - a few dozen minnows - and enough snack cakes & soda's to last us the weekend. We tent camped in a "pup tent" (which is "just" big enough for a small "pup" - barely 5ft deep by 4ft wide). We're out on the lake in his fathers 14' aluminum boat/35hp motor - Crappie fishing. Down the lake comes two "locals" in their jon boat, passing about 30yds in front of us. The guy in the front of the boat, sitting facing the driver, lets out a loud --- "Gawwwdang - did you see that ? ...What the hell was that?? As they passed on and out of earshot of us - Kenny & I look at each other and, after a couple of seconds of revelation, & realizing it was us the guy was referring to .....we cracked up. After all the snickering & laughing & repeating of the man's statement of "amazement" (or concern ? ) had subsided, we got back to the serious business of fishing. After about another hour or so ... low & behold, here comes the Game Wardens. They pull up alongside - one was in his late 40's to early 50's & wearing those "trooper" type sunglasses (the big, mirror lense type) -- the other looked to be in his early to mid 30's, at most. We're digging into our wallets to get our licenses out, & hand them to the younger Officer, and pull up our stringer to show them what we had caught. Meanwhile, the other Officer is pointing towards our fishing rods & slowly counting ... one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight .... 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8 .... (and again) 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8. Officer Sunglasses looks at Kenny & asks - "How many fishing poles you got there, anyway" ?? Kenny points at each pole, as he counts off - one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight !! (I start wondering what they feed people in Tenn. jails) Officer Sunglasses states to us - "Did you know that you were only allowed to use 3 poles each in Tenn ??" I quickly answer - "No sir, we didn't" (before my ex-Marine MP friend could make any "fatal" remarks of his own). Officer Sunglasses then says - "Well, since you boys ain't catching 'em all ... I'll just let you off with a warning". We thanked the nice officers, and they motored on down the lake. After a few sighs of relief ... we started pointing & counting our poles, again..... and the laughing & chuckling started all over.
True story ... and only one of many "adventures" that my friend & I would get into, over the years. ..................... cp

[fishingpox]

You would have had to been there to see this to appreciate this story. It took place the year of 1990 in the winter and it was dayum cold. I was a member of a deer hunting club in Pine Bluff,Arkansas. We hunted with dogs and never still hunted. These ole country redneck to the bone boys sure took pride in their dogs. Actually, that year they had reason to be prideful of the dogs. We had all kinds of dogs. The best dog we had was half pitbull and half callahoula...spelling...and could run the hell out of a deer. His name was Sam. I was on a 1 week trip there,one night all the boys decided to go to a buddies trailor to party. Things were slow at camp because of the bitter cold, people weren't coming by to visit. We got over to the guys trailor and Rodger decided to call his newly wed wife to come over and be with the gang... he sure was in love with that woman. I swear she had to have weighed 400 pounds. I don't know how much she weighed, I'm 200 pounds then and I know she was twice my size. Rodgers wife decided to let her mom tag along. I swear the momma was bigger than her. These were some big ole gals. I was guessing almost 900 pounds between the two. The guy that owned the trailor made the momma a stool out of concrete blocks and a pillow lol he was not prepared to accomodate two large women. However, some of us were playing poker and the others were listening to music and shooting the bull, laughing and having a large time. We ran out of beer and the two girls volunteered to go to town to get what we wanted. While they were gone, Steve, the owner of the dogs, was going to go feed them. He came back in and said the dogs had gotten out of their pen. But was to cold to look for them and thought they wouldn't go far. The girls get back, we went out to help them carry the stuff in. I notice the size of the car, it was some little hatchback type car, I think AMC, the car had 13 inch tires. I felt sorry for the car. I have no idea how they get in and out of this car, but they did. We get in the house and unsack our beer, they bought the wrong stuff. Rodger tell her to take the beer back and exchange it for the right beer. About 5 minutes have passed. We sack it all up and took it to the car,while her and her gots coats and crap on. We get back in the house before they got dressed. The girls left, About two minutes later, we here dogs raising hell as though they were in pain, you know how when an animal hollers and you know its in pain. We all ran outside to see what was happening. The dogs crawled under the little car, to get warm and when the girls got in, it pinned them to the ground and a hot motor and exhaust pipes above them. The girls were crying saying what do I do, the ower of the dogs was immediately screaming get your fat asses out of the car, you are killing my dogs. The rest of us were laughing our butts off. The girls got out of the car. I swear the bottom of the car rose up 6 inches. Those poor dogs crawled out from under the car whinning their butts off, everyone is laughing but the dog owner. I will never forget that night as long as I live.

[fiddlefarter]

You would have had to been there to see this to appreciate this story. It took place the year of 1990 in the winter and it was dayum cold. I was a member of a deer hunting club in Pine Bluff,Arkansas. We hunted with dogs and never still hunted. These ole country redneck to the bone boys sure took pride in their dogs. Actually, that year they had reason to be prideful of the dogs. We had all kinds of dogs. The best dog we had was half pitbull and half callahoula...spelling...and could run the hell out of a deer. His name was Sam. I was on a 1 week trip there,one night all the boys decided to go to a buddies trailor to party. Things were slow at camp because of the bitter cold, people weren't coming by to visit. We got over to the guys trailor and Rodger decided to call his newly wed wife to come over and be with the gang... he sure was in love with that woman. I swear she had to have weighed 400 pounds. I don't know how much she weighed, I'm 200 pounds then and I know she was twice my size. Rodgers wife decided to let her mom tag along. I swear the momma was bigger than her. These were some big ole gals. I was guessing almost 900 pounds between the two. The guy that owned the trailor made the momma a stool out of concrete blocks and a pillow lol he was not prepared to accomodate two large women. However, some of us were playing poker and the others were listening to music and shooting the bull, laughing and having a large time. We ran out of beer and the two girls volunteered to go to town to get what we wanted. While they were gone, Steve, the owner of the dogs, was going to go feed them. He came back in and said the dogs had gotten out of their pen. But was to cold to look for them and thought they wouldn't go far. The girls get back, we went out to help them carry the stuff in. I notice the size of the car, it was some little hatchback type car, I think AMC, the car had 13 inch tires. I felt sorry for the car. I have no idea how they get in and out of this car, but they did. We get in the house and unsack our beer, they bought the wrong stuff. Rodger tell her to take the beer back and exchange it for the right beer. About 5 minutes have passed. We sack it all up and took it to the car,while her and her gots coats and crap on. We get back in the house before they got dressed. The girls left, About two minutes later, we here dogs raising hell as though they were in pain, you know how when an animal hollers and you know its in pain. We all ran outside to see what was happening. The dogs crawled under the little car, to get warm and when the girls got in, it pinned them to the ground and a hot motor and exhaust pipes above them. The girls were crying saying what do I do, the ower of the dogs was immediately screaming get your fat asses out of the car, you are killing my dogs. The rest of us were laughing our butts off. The girls got out of the car. I swear the bottom of the car rose up 6 inches. Those poor dogs crawled out from under the car whinning their butts off, everyone is laughing but the dog owner. I will never forget that night as long as I live.

Holy Crap thats a good one! :D I laughed till I started coughing

[Fishin_Magician]

LOL that is just funny....