Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 93284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 466(@200wpm)___ 373(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 466(@200wpm)___ 373(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
“I wish they painted cars like this. It’s so sparkly!” Blaine said.
“I know, right?” I said.
“Have you ever fished before?” she asked.
“No. You?” I asked.
“Not since I was younger. Elliott fishes a lot though. I just haven’t had anyone to go with me, and fishing is boring when you are alone. This was Elliott’s thing, and I didn’t want to encroach on Elliott’s favorite past time.”
“Well now you have someone to do it with. I can’t wait! I’m not a big fan on the lake itself though. If we capsized I’d probably drown. I don’t like not being able to see.” I said.
Sam and Elliott finished up and told us to get on the boat. Sam held my hand while I stepped into the rocking boat. Blaine followed right behind me, and then the guys demonstrated their machoness by not having to need a hand in.
“Have a seat at the front ladies.”
Sam didn’t drive the boat fast. We had a talk on the way there, and he knew that I was scared of the lake. He was being very considerate of my feelings. We rode to one of Elliott’s favorite “Honey Hole” as he calls it. We were fishing for catfish today, according to our fishing guides.
Sam asked me what I wanted to fish with, Catfish Charlie or live minnows. Catfish Charlie is the most god awful smelling shit I have ever smelled, but anything was better than killing those cute little minnows. He showed me how to tie a hook on, put the bait on the hook, and then how to cast the line. Elliott was showing Blaine the same thing on the other side.
“Watch your cork, when it goes under give your pole a good yank to set the hook.” Sam showed me.
It wasn’t even two minutes of having my line in the water before I had a bite. One second my cork was there, the next it was gone. I gave an excited squeal and set the hook just like Sam told me. I started reeling my line in when suddenly it went taut and the fish started to fight back. Blaine let out an excited squeal beside me and she was reeling in too. Both guys stopped what they were doing and had bright smiles on their faces as they listened to Blaine and I carry on.
My pole was bent in an arc, and I really had to put some muscle in to reeling in now. I was really hoping that my line didn’t break. I saw the flash of white about six feet into the water right beside the boat, and started getting really excited. Sam stood on the back of the fishing deck with a net and bent down and scooped up my fish with the net.
It was the ugliest fish I had ever seen. Fairly big too, but with it that ugly no one was likely to go around it.
“That is one ugly fish.” I said to him jumping up and down and clapping my hands.
“It’s a mud cat. And it’s huge. Probably a good six pounds. Here, hold it.” Sam said.
“No fucking way. I’m not touching that.” Sam said.
“Hand me the net, Sam.” Elliott said from behind me.
Sam handed Elliott the net, and then put the fish in the live well. Baited my hook for me, and I cast it back into the spot I was just in. I turned then to watch Blaine as Elliott caught her fish in the net. It wasn’t as big as mine, but still fairly big.
“Yay, Blaine!” I said to her.
She beamed at me, and then I turned around to my cork. Except that my cork was no longer there. I yanked my pole up, and it started pulling immediately. This went on for the rest of the hour. Blaine would catch one, I would catch one, Blaine would catch one, and I would catch one.
Sam and Elliott were our bait boys. They also took off our fishies. They each sat back with a beer and waited for the next fish to come along. Blaine and I caught eighteen fish in the first hour. The fish must have gotten smarter though, because after that hour we didn’t catch anymore.
“Can I have a coke?” I asked Sam.
“We don’t have any coke.” He said.
I was almost one hundred percent positive that I put some coke in there. In fact, I knew there was some in there.
“Y’all drank all the coke? The only thing left is beer?” I asked
I was starting to get annoyed. He was leaning back in his seat. His jean clad leg stretched out in front of him. He had on a dark grey t-shirt, a black Rangers ball cap, and aviator glasses. He was looking at me like I was nuts.
“There is some Dr. Pepper left.” He said.
Oh my god. I was going to kill him! I turned my head and looked at Blaine. Was I missing something here? She smiled
“You just said there wasn’t any coke!” I yelled.
“There isn’t any coke. There is Dr. Pepper!” he raised his voice back at me.
I’m pretty sure that there was steam coming off the top of my head. In Texas, a coke was a Dr. Pepper. A Coca Cola is a Coca Cola. His Yankee ass probably would never understand.
“Can you hand me a Dr. Pepper?” I asked him sweetly.
He gave me a measuring look, and then tossed me a coke. Blaine had her hand covering her mouth, stifling the giggles that were shaking her tiny body. Elliott was looking at something interesting across the lake.
“So. Were y’all gonna fish?” I asked.
“Why bother since you won’t take the fish off the line, and you were catching them as soon as you threw it back in the water?” Sam asked sarcastically.
I gave him a beaming smile.
“Yea. We are pretty freakin’ awesome if I do say so myself!”
The boys finally did fish, and they ended up catching two more a piece, but they weren’t keepers like all of ours were. We pulled up at the dock, hopped out, and waited while Sam and Elliott secured the boat back into its slip. Sam also produced a stringer and he carried the fish to a flat concrete table where he proceeded to kill them one by one.