It all started out with my alarm clock going off at 5 a.m. on a Sunday morning...it can't get any worse than this right?? WRONG!!! We finally leave the house at 5:45 a.m. and are on I-45 racing along when Mike looks in the rearview mirror and says "Oh Shit"...NOT something you want to hear when you are towing a $36,000 boat behind you, going 70 miles an hour. Apparently the hook and strap that KEEPS THE BOAT CONNECTED TO THE TRAILER has snapped. Oh shit is right!! We manage to pull over in a deserted parking lot in a part of town affectionately known as "Gunspoint" (it USED to be called Greenspoint when I was a kid). Mike fixes the strap and we are on our way once again, and by this time the sun has started coming up...ahhh things are looking up, only a few clounds...we continue on our 95 mile trek south to the Texas City Dike.
Ok, at mile 95...when we are pulling into the marina...another "Oh SHIT" erupts from our captain. It appears that Mike has left ALL OF THE LIFE JACKETS at home in the garage...ok, this is starting to get irritating and expensive. We pull back out of the marina and go in search of a Wal-Mart, which believe it or not, turns out to be a feat of monumental proportions...but we find one, get new life jackets, and head back towards the marina!! The truck actually makes it down the boat ramp this time, and the motor of the boat is in the water before we run into our next problem...the f#&%ing thing won't start...that's it, take me home, I'm done. Well the guy who owns the boat docks is either high as a kite at 8:30 in the morning, or he is one of the happiest people I have ever met. He hooks us up with a battery charger, and proceeds to instruct Mike in nauseating detail on each and every thing he should do to charge the battery, start the boat, how to keep it running, etc ( and for those of you who know Mike, you know this is KILLING HIM). Well, we let the thing charge for about 15 minutes, at which point both Mike and Mr. Happy both agree it should be MORE than charged now...so here it goes down the boat ramp again...NOTHING...NOTHING NOTHING NOTHING. At this point I am ready to shoot someone. I start trying to placate the kids with some other idea of what we can spend what is left of the day doing, once we drive the 95 miles back to the house, when this man pulls up beside us to trailer his boat (he has already been out and caught his fish, as he only paid for the economy plan and didn't get to experience all the fun things we did that morning). He proceeds to tell Mr. Happy about the bone-headed thing he did in not putting one of his plugs in right...when we get YET ANOTHER "OH Shit" from Mike. Apparently he forgot that there is a safety lanyard that has to be attached BEFORE the motor will start...hmmmm...where have I heard this before...hmmmm...let me think...oh yeah, that's right, Lake Conroe at the beginning of last summer...SAFTEY LANYARD MICHAEL!!! What, what is that sound? Oh my, it is the sound of a Yamaha purring away...YEAH!!!
Well, for those of you who are looking for more hilarity, sorry, but it was pretty much smooth sailing from there on out, and we actually ended up having a blast. Jackson and I were the only ones who caught anything...and only Jackson's were keepers. He caught 5 Spanish Mackerel. It was the funniest thing I ever saw and heard. Those fish can fight, and my poor scrawny baby was having a time of it. He kept saying "Help me Dad, Help me." On the second one he caught we almost lost him and the reel to the Mackerel instead of the other way around.
I don't know if you can tell from that picture, but the boy was scared of that fish. Those are some UGLY suckers, and they have a lot of teeth, and Jackson wasn't letting that thing get anywhere near him!!and since my Mama didn't raise no fool, Mike and I decided NOT to press our luck...given the way the day started out!!!