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[Old plug]

This story is entirely true and took place about 15 years ago. It covers two outings in two consecutive days.

It all began because I told a friend there were a lot of bass being caught in the evening of points on top waters. He called the next day and wanted to go and bring his preacher who would love to have a evening of that. I told him "you know my little 17ft fish and ski does not have much room. Just bring along a couple rods and a couple top waters and that is all you really need". Well here they come the with duffel bags full of equipment and a handful of rods. Remembering to mind my manners I stuffed all that stuff in the boat. 

We set out we fished about 15 minute and the preacher  hollers "I got one " totally blowing his cool and roared back on the rod so hard he pulled the hook out of the basses mouth. Of course it cane flying back at us where it lodged itself in my friends forearm. I got my stuff out cut the hook off and removed it from my friends arm leaving the back treble one hook short.

We decided to continue fishing. We hit a couple points caught 2 or 3 small bass. Then the preacher hooked another one. Guess what ? Same thing as before except this time he stuck the hook in his own arm. I clipped another hook off the treble and removed from it the preachers arm.

After that things calmed down for about 45 minutes. Then we started fishing a very sheer bluff.  The water there was 80 feet or better right under the boat. Well the preacher made a cast and his plug came off. He was standing on the back corner of the boat hollaring "my plug my plug " l said  " don't worry we will back up next pick it up. " So I got up from the front seat and and in one smooth motion turned on the ignition tripped on the bags of assentinals fell on the shift lever slamming the thing into full forward gear. The preacher he went flying off the back of the boat right into thel lake. I quickly shut down and backed up to where he went in. All the we could see was bubbles rising. I ask my friend" does he know how to swim" my friend on said " I dunno" and just nonchlontly shrugged his shoulders.  About that time here comes the preacher kicking his way to the surface. Holding his hat on with one hand be his shoes in the other. Needless to say that was the end of tht trip.

The next day I was relating this to my neighbor who was in his 70's at that time. He said he had not been out with a top water in a couple of years. So I told him we would go out that evening. We started out by going downtown Inspertion Point at the mouth of the Grvois. I case anyone is not familia with Inspertion Point. It is a larg outdoor church built on the point at th mouth of the Grvois. When we got there my neighbor started to tie on a old style devil horse with 3 tiny treble hooks on it. So as he tying it on HE DROPS IT INTO HIS CROTH. I shouted  "do not move" I could see all three trebles sticking in his pants. So I got down there on my knees with my head stuck between his legs and got it  out. He points over my shoulder and I turned and looked. There was the church filling up for a service and we were the center of attention. 

 

[Mitch f]

Ha ha, well maybe the first preacher needed to be re-baptized. 

[Quillback]

Funny stuff!