After spending four hours in 106 degree sun while fishing, and drinking cold beer like it was water, Jerry became my entertainment for the evening. Homeward bound, he stumbles through the door, spinning his way to his favorite chair, and missing, of course.
In his profusely, inebriated state, he got himself stuck between the sofa, his chair, and a coffee table. The man could not get up. The struggle to get him off the floor, and on to the sofa, was like trying to pick up a water filled swimming pool, and move it to a different spot. He lay there passed out for most of the night.
Afterwards, I wondered what it is about fishing that excites men to the point; they spiral, relentlessly, into an unhealthy situation.
The next day, he thanked me for putting up with his "drunken a_ _."
Now he fishes in the shade, and takes along cold water and, of course, colder beer.
Well that is certainly satisfying, isn't it?
Originally Posted On Site: 2009-07-20 20:57:55
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