"My little green weenie and the split shot thuded against the back window of the pick up and I knew I was in trouble because I recognized the pick up as belonging to the "Grouch of the Neighborhood". As I was running down the street chasing the pick up and reeling in, trying to save my line and little green weenie, Ole Sam hit the brakes so hard that the old pick up almost stood on its nose. I couldn't stop as quick as he did and if I hadn't jumped real high, I would have had "GMC" stamped across my chest. I landed with a "whoomp" in the bed with the green weenie and slid up to the cab among assorted other stuff lying in the bed of the truck.
Sam got out and I thought, "He's gonna beat the hell out of me", but Sam was really quiet as he asked if I was OK. Nervously I assured him that I was. Then he saw the little green weenie that I was now holding in my hand. With a big smile, he said, " I use those on my spinning outfit too, with six pound test mono. Only way to catch bass in super clear water." Ole Sam and I became fast friends and and fished together for five years until lung cancer took him four years ago. When you got to know Sam, he wasn't a grouch at all - just a big ole teddy bear." Jimmy D. Moore Outdoor Memories - "Heathen Converted" Apologize for being late today, but have been insulating the attic above the garage. Cheers ! JIMMY -- Jimmy D. Moore, "BIGTROUTMAN" I FISH BECAUSE I MUST! More importantly, I fish because my Dad taught me! Author,Outdoor Writer,TOWA, TF&G,VP-GRTU Owner/Webmaster - Worldwide Flyfishing Info. http://www.BIGTROUTMAN.homestead.com/MainPage.html
