I was in the 6th grade...I loved looking at bass pro shops order magazines...and dreamed of bass fishing, and winning the bass masters classic. I loved reading my dad's Field and Stream mags as well. And watching Jimmy Huston on TV. I must of been a little off...becouse there were Play Boy Mags...and Field and Stream mags..I went for the Field and Stream mags first??? I lived in Shelby Co., out in the country and their were many ponds out in the middle of God's country. I would leave early in the moring and do nothing but jump from pond to pond..catching bass on a texas rigged purple worms, and when I would get home, it would be dark. One day...I was told by my father to rake all the leaves and bag them up..it was an all day job, we had over an 1.5 acers, all trees!!! My father said that when he returned from Louisville at the end of the day...he better see the job done. About 1 hour into the raking...I decided to run off and go fishing across the fields, down the rail road tracks and far away...I forgot all about the leaves that Oct day. I caught my first 5 pound bass...and a 4 pounder to go with it!!! I got back home right before dark, with my fish. My mother, so upset...she didn't know where I was all day... had me pick out a switch off one of our apple trees;...after I filled up the 50 gal bucket and laid my fish in there. My father just arrived to see the two giants in the bucket...and was amazed, he wanted to know how I caught them!!!. He also is a avid bass angler. My mom begain to wip me good for leaving all day and didn't tell her where I was going..she was pissed! She wipped my legs good with that switch. Then she asked me the question that has been passed down in my family for years, with blood coming from my wipped legs...she asked me this; "WAS IT WORTH IT SON", "WAS IT WORTH IT GETTING YOUR ASS BEAT LIKE THIS"??? and you all know what my answer was......."yyyeeeessss it was mom" So she wipped me some more and said again asked..."WAS IT WORTH IT"...and I again said...."yyyeeessss mom it was worth it". She began to beat me even more! My dad couldn't believe what I was saying...maybe he said... thinking to himself...that I didn't understand what she was asking..so he asked her to ask again ....WAS IT WORTH IT? And again I said..."yes it was worth it mom', with tears streaming from my eyes. She sent me to bed that evening very early and without dinner, she was to tired and worn out from wipping my ass.
I woke up the next day and my two fish were gone from the bucket. Three weeks later .... my father and mom felt so bad about beating my ass off...that he took those two fish and had them mounted for me on a nice stump mount! I still have them to this day! That story has been passed to my children...they know what all I'd go through to go fishing. I hope I die fishing...being on the water would be the last thing I'd like to see.



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