Thursday, May 13, 2010

Shorty and Reggie's Fishing Adventure


Not too long ago, Reggie started helping one of his mom’s friends husbands. Helping him fix the floor, lay hard wood flooring… We call the friend Shorty. I asked him not too long ago, why everyone calls him Shorty (he’s not that short). He said that when he was a kid, he was fairly short. He then told me that his real first name was Jehue (Jay-hue), I then understood more the reason for the nickname. Shorty is white haired, blue eyed, 70 years old, and hard of hearing. He loves to fish, camp, and don’t like staying in one place for too long. His wife Linda is a 64 year old spirited woman who is funny, and doesn’t mind saying what she thinks. She is quick with road rage, and loves to play cards.

About two weeks ago, the couple invited Reggie and I to go camping. We decided to take them up on it, packed our bags, and went for a weekend of camping life. In a camper, with air-conditioning, water and electricity no doubt! Reggie and Shorty prepared for a night of fishing, I prepared for a night of strategic card playing with Linda. I had hoped that Reggie and Shorty would catch Herman. You know, the one huge fish that is found and every lake? The one that steals your bait and flops outside of eyesight that you just can’t catch? We couldn’t wait. I can’t say what time it was when the men left, but when they had been out for quite a while, Linda and I knew that they had to be catching some fish. When they got back, they had quite a few of some hilarious stories!

I thought one in particular was a hoot! I hope I can tell it, as good as they did. They were doing what they do best, trying to catch as many fish as their poles would allow. Reggie can get a little competitive when it comes to fishing and was trying his best to come out top. Shorty starts noticing that they’ve past quite a couple of stumps.

“Reggie? How deep does the depth gadge say the water is?” he asked Reggie.
“20 feet.”

On they went, passing more and more stumps. Shorty figured something was wrong with the gadge and went to check it. 2.0 feet. Somebody didn’t notice the decimal… So he tells Reggie to reel in the anchor, starts the engine, and begins to move to deeper waters. The boat isn’t acting right.

“Reggie? Is the anchor all the way up?” he asked Reggie.
“Yep!”

They truck on. The boat still isn’t acting right. It seems to be swaying to the left, to the right, but not straight ahead.

“Are you sure the anchor is up?” he again asked.
“Yep! I see it! It’s right there! It’s up!”

They truck on. Water starts splashing on Reggie, from the left, the right.
“Shorty! Water is getting in the boat!”

I mentioned earlier that Shorty was a little hard of hearing. You always feel like your yelling at him. Over the sound of the boat engine and the wind, Reggie’s calls were falling on deaf ears. Reggie said he yelled for Shorty for the next couple of minutes. Because of the boat going forward, and raising up in the front, Reggie couldn’t get his attention by tapping him on the shoulder either. So finally he just gave up, and waited for Shorty to turn around.

When telling the story, Shorty tells it a little differently than Reggie. He says they are riding along and he turns back to see a soak and wet Reggie and a good bit of water in the boat. Reggie is just sitting there wet not saying a word! LOL.

After a small investigation, it is found that even though the anchor was up most of the way, it wasn’t all the way up. In Reggie’s defense, he’s not use to dealing with anchors. But everyone got a good laugh at the story, and the many others that they had to tell that night! By the way, they still haven’t caught Herman! LOL. Maybe next time…

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