Gentleman Jay
here's another good one, Bill.
back when I wrote for the Fishsniffer, Jay invited me up to take a group of McDonald's execs and their families fly trolling for a week when the Ronald McDonald Youth camp was getting off the ground.
On the third day of fishing, we brought the boats into shore on a sunny beach inside Troxel. Everyone clammored out of the boats to go to the bathroom and fetch their lunches.
After lunch, all 15 of us were were lying there under a Juniper, just taking in the sun and the nice spring afternoon. Jay layed back, and looking into the Juniper, took a drag off his Winston, exhaled, and said, "You know... those big balls of debris you're looking at up there?... those are made by Pack Rats... and inside those balls are probably a dozen pack rats apiece...."
Everyone clammored under the tree to see what the master was talking about. Then he took another drag off the Winston, ground the butt into the dirt, exhaled, and said, "... and when you find pack rats, your gonna find rattlesnakes... lots of 'em." Suddenly people were getting up, looking under their sweaters, and generally looking uncomfortable. Jay just closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.
He is truly a man of charactor.
When all else fails, put down the pole and swim with the dog.
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