-----Original Message----- From: [EMAIL PROTECTED] On Behalf Of Deborah Duran Subject: RE: [VFB] You Might be a Renegade VFB'er If . . .
ROTFL!!! I can't believe you'd actually put all that in writing. We may have to get you to write a book like Jimmy D! You better change the names though. I can almost guess who some of these guys are. I love this list! Hee Hee Hee Deb Deb, The stuff I don't put on this list goes on the "dumb and Dumber FF List" I fish in the south. So adventures occur on virtually any trip. Any time one of my redneck buddies says, "Hey, hold this here can a'beer and watch this", I know I am in for a RENEGADE VFB moment. One of my best of all time stories involved an "0 dark 30" trip on a particularly moonless night. I launched my boat by hand instead of driving it off the trailer and I tied the boat to the end of the dock. Both myself and my partner had to go back to the car prior to the start of fishing. When we returned from the car we realized how very, very dark it was. Just pitch black. When I reached the end of the dock, I tugged the Bow line and pulled the boat to the side of the dock to get in. In the pitch black however, my partner did not see that move nor did he realize that I was standing at the end of the dock. I watched in dismay as he walked behind me, then walked OFF THE END of the dock into 12' of water. The only thing visible was his hat floating on the water. In all honesty, I could barely help him. My first reaction was. Holy S**T, I have to help. However by the time it was clear he had bobbed to the surface and was OK, I was convulsed with laughter. I finally got him to dock ladder. As each soaked head and body part appeared a rung at a time as he climbed the ladder, the convulsions got worse. I thought he was going to throw me in the water. The trip was scrubbed. He lost his GLASSES and is even blinder that I without them than I am without mine. He finally joined in the laughter and we were convulsed most of the way home. When we unpacked at his house, he remembered that he had returned to the car to get his Very PRICEY SAGE -LOOP rod and reel combo. The laughter immediately turned to Oh D**N!! OH S**T and several other word of dismay and shock with realization that the rod and reel were in the murky bottom. At that point I commiserated. That commiseration lasted for at least 75 seconds, but the instant My doors and windows were closed and I was driving away, the laughter started again and has continued for the last 10 years. We did return to dock with weighted treble hooks but were never able to snag his gear. And yup, I am laughing hysterically as I type this What a memory. JG ,
