A couple days ago for whatever reason I was digging in the Rubbermaid shed in my back yard, I think I was looking for something for Mother. So anyway, I’m digging and digging and come across this black and blue item that looks familiar.
Hey! It’s my Outcast Fish Cat 4 float tube! I haven’t seen it since I landed my 44 1/2lb carp!
So I haul it out and Holy Shitballs… I’m PISSED at what I see…
HOLES. I see holes all over the damn thing. In the foam seat cushions, on the rubber under it, in the fabric itself, even in the bladder. Go**amn rats or mice got to it while it was in the shed. I’m still pissed! I saw one of the little bastards by the back door huddling under the building between it and the dirt just yesterday… Live in fear!
My dad said I can have his yellow Outcast Fish Cat 4 and he’ll just buy himself a new one. Huh??
Anyway, it probably isn’t a big deal to you about me losing a float tube to rats, but c’mon.. I’ve fished outta that thing since I was 10 years old… that’s 15 years! And since there’s no boat in the family (only my dad’s tube now and his kayak) that was the only mode of fishing transportation I had… So if’n ‘ya don’t mind.. Just a second or two of silence is all I ask.
‘Ol Stump Jumper… This is for you.
By the way, Dad’s the Best Fishin’ Buddy.