I hope you and your dad found yourself a nice fishing hole up in heaven. I can almost hear the conversation from the 16 ft aluminum fishing boat as the waves slap away at the sides.
Dusty is on the tiller, kicks it into gear to position the boat towards a couple of guys that are getting too close to his fishing spot. The motor dies, he calls the motor "Newt"
"Well... Come on now, what's the matter there Newt?" Hits the starter button and hits his shift with a hair more RPM this time and Newt holds idle.
He takes a bite of his sandwich. It's a buttered bun with a slice of liverwurst in it.
Waylon's rod tip is tapping... donk-donk-donk... he leads into the fish, takes up the line.. waits to feel the weight of the fish hanging on as the boat drift tightens the line further. He's there... a swift line set...
"Dang it!"
Dusty: "What's the matter with ya? Poor fisherman? Haa! Haa! Haa!"
