What you are about to read is humorous, they are things that I have done or forgot to do, Oh well lets just say I didn't have my mind on things and leave it at that.
This incident happened on CJ Brown in my home town. It was a very beautiful day the sun was shining and just a little breeze, I had been home from work when Lynn said why don't we go for some cats on the Brown. Yes, I love this woman, she likes to fish so we loaded up the boat and it is always ready to go, trucked out to the Brown and launched ,Lynn was sitting in the boat holding it to the dock while I parked the truck. A fellow that knew me started talking to me as I started down the hill, we talked for a short time and then I headed for the dock I was strolling down the hill putting on my PFD, Lynn she already had hers on, and as I approached the boat I noticed that the bow was real high in the air, but never gave it a thought until I stepped in the boat and water was up to the floor. Lynn did not even know there was water in the boat, she does not know how to swim so she immediately, freaked out. I grabbed the plug and shoved it in the hole and the water was about two inches from spilling over the transom.
Bilge pump don't fail me now!!
Flipped the pump on but they just don't pump fast enough when you have a terrified wife on board the boat, to make things even more difficult when I had stepped into the boat the force had shoved us away from the dock and we were in about 14 foot of water. I fired the big engine up and knew that the only way to get rid of that much water was to get up and use force to get it out. I put my very terrified wife behind the wheel and told her to push the throttle down and don't let up, I reached down and pulled the plug the water rushed out hard through that small hole but finally the water exited the boat, we were safe now.
For the next two hours it was pure torture, if I said anything she would say
"Don't talk to me I'm mad at you" I'm not sure if we caught any fish that day,
but Lynn forgave me and we laugh about it now. When we hook up now we check the plug
before we leave and I know the question is asked a half dozen times on the way to the
river "Is the plug in the Boat?"
Well this next incident is not the way to put artificial structure on the river bottom, we were fishing on the river, Lynn had bought me a brand spankin new "crab claw anchor" for the boat it was my birthday present from her so now I had two of them on board. We were fishing during the day waiting on nightfall. We had anchored up on a channel about 20 foot deep using only one anchor out the front, the wind started to blow and the boat was swinging towards the shore, so I decided to put out the brand new anchor, normally I use a Palomar knot to tie the anchor rope to the shackle, but on this day there was this neat little plastic needle in the bag that came with the anchor line. Hey this is cool, I can hide the rope inside of the rope, won't have that big knot showing. Now I know all you guys out there read the instructions from cover to cover, Yeah right!! I'm no different than you all, come on fess up.
This could not be that hard to do so I just weaved the rope with this little plastic thing a ma bob, Oh yea good and tight, grabbed the anchor rope snapped it up and down a couple of times, good and solid.
Now normally I don't throw an anchor but for this thing to hook up and keep the boat in
place I had to launch it get it to bury down. Hooked right up, yes, no more swinging of
the boat, locked in place. We were waiting on a bite so decided to have a little
snack, when Lynn's outside rod went hard to the water, she had on a very upset Flathead
that was not about to be dragged to the boat, this was a nice fish and the first big one
of the day, both of us were on the same side of the boat I had the net in hand and noticed
that the boat had kind of swung out a little from the shoreline, just figured that I may
have loosened the anchor up when I had moved over to Lynn's side of the boat, just about
the time I started to net this Flathead I looked up and saw my rope was floating on the
surface of the water, Lynn said well you going to net my fish or stare at the water, so I
netted the fish, then I told her that my birthday present was laying on the river bottom
and not attached to the rope, it is pure torture bringing in an anchor rope hand over hand
with no weight on the other end. I was so mad that day, but what are you supposed to do, now I make sure that I tie a good knot onto the anchor and I don't deposit expensive
structure for a Flathead.
This incident came from Tanners Creek ramp which is in Lawrenceburg, Indiana. Tanners does not have any docks just a real big wide ramp, so it is kind of difficult for Lynn and I to launch a boat. This was in the middle of the summer and the water was real low, I mean real low. In normal pool this ramp has a good drop into the water, then the concrete flattens out into the water, well the drop was up high and dry and all we had to launch on was the flat part. I had tried a couple of times and the boat would not float off the trailer, the bunks had just gotten under the water but it would not float off. So I thought that since the bunks were wet maybe the boat would slide off if I kind of backed up and then locked the brakes down on the truck it would slip off the trailer, well it did just that except that it came off that trailer like it had been shot out of a cannon, now Lynn is holding the rope and all of a sudden I see her leaning back and I hear her sliding on gravel and see her shoot by the truck. She finally got it stopped but her feet where in the water. But she did not drop the rope.
Structure on the river bottom
Seems like a lot of stuff happens at Tanners, I had bought a new trolling motor one that fit right on the transom of the boat, trouble is when you forget to bring it up and you take off for another spot, well it became structure on the river bottom, only a few people know where this location is and I'm still trying to retrieve it.
US Cats Pro tournament
Thank goodness Lynn was not with me on this. Larry needed a partner for this tournament so we took my boat and drove down the day before got Skipjack at Barkley dam then got up in the morning to fish the tournament, we launched near the end of the pack of 40 boats so we decided to go up into the Tennessee river and get some quick fish, first spot Larry boated a small flathead, then nothing, tried several places still nothing so we talked and decided to head to Smithland dam 26 miles away. As we were coming out of the Tennessee river into the Ohio I stared to make a cut to the right with the boat, out of the corner of my eye I see Larry stand up I take a quick look at the depth finder and it is showing 26 foot of water, then I hear Larry scream "Bar"!!!! I pulled back on the throttle and both of us are into the windshield. I looked over at Larry and check to see if he is ok and then I look over the side of the boat and we are hung on a sandbar in less than 6 inches of water and the current is pushing hard against the transom, Boy are we in trouble, the motor is buried in the soft sand and the boat is hung solid, well again I'm sure glad Larry was with me, he just shucks off his shoes and socks and bails over the side, with a lot of rocking and me running to the bow and back to the transom we were able to get the boat off the bar and Larry was able to manhandle the boat around to where the current was pushing against the side of the boat instead of the Transom, we finally were able to get the boat in a couple of feet of water and fired up the big engine, after this problem I was on pins and needles the rest of the tournament. we ended up catching fish and yet again another lesson learned.
I have learned from all the mistakes that I have made over the years, these are things
that you don't forget about and make great memories. We have laughed hard about some of
these little incidents, and know that I will make more as I grow older.
Tim and Lynn Lange