I guess it was about five years ago,A buddy and I decided to do some paddle fishin' from my canoe. We knew a place where the reds would be held up in a super low winter tide.
It was colder than a well digger's...well it was dang cold for this part of South Florida. I was wearing waders but my buddy being a tough guy from Colorado :roll: refused to believe it was cold. I guess subconciously I was on a mission to learn him a lesson.
Now you should know that we are no lightwieghts and straining a canoe was our business of the day and business was good.
I am a solid 250# and Brian was 350# if he was a pound. Brian was in the back and I was in the front with my legs hanging out on each side. We managed for a good long while in this configuration. We eased into a shallow area where I thought it would be a good idea to do some wading. This is where the problem developed.
When i slid off the front of the canoe without letting Brian know my intentions....well,it got silly.
As soon as my butt cleared the nosecap of the canoe it shot into the air what seemed like ten feet. :shock:
This is when fishing turned to lesson in perspective. On my end of the canoe,I was turning blue from lack of oxygen due to extreme laughter,Brian on the other end had different reasons for the shades he was showing.
It's just too bad the fire in his eyes couldn't warm his blue lips.
It didn't help that I said,"hey,I thought you said it wasn't cold!" :lol: