I don’t know what it is, but the minute I make eye contact with an old person, they just start talking to me. Today, I had the pleasure of talking to a gnarly old gentleman, here for his wife’s lung cancer treatment, and very concerned about his granddaughter, who enjoys driving while drunk – with her kid in the car.
In one of his lighter moments, he told me a yarn about his trip to Mud Lake.
I don’t know how to get there. I just follow the smell of the fish.
That day, I was fishing so long, I ran out of bait. I went back to the dock and stepped onto land. Right at my feet was a great big rattlesnake with a frog in its mouth.
I knew frogs were great for fishing, so I stepped on the back of the snake’s head and took the frog from its mouth. Then, I wondered how I was going to get my foot off the snake without getting bit, so I reached back into my boat, grabbed my bottle of Jim Beam, and poured it into the snake’s mouth. He laid down and went to sleep, so I got back in the boat and used the frog for bait, catching northern’s and any number of big fish.
The minute I ran out of frog bait, I felt something rub up against my leg. I looked down to see the snake – two frog’s in his mouth, looking up at me.
As I laughed heartily, he reached back for another joke:
Hey! Did you hear how big the one-armed man’s fish was?!
Humanity can be fun, sometimes.