As a I kid I can remember fishing with my dad and he caught a big red. Not a bull, but really big for inshore. 20 inches or so if I remember right.

Well, he puts it in the ice chest and we keep fishing. A few minutes later we hear some thumping coming from the ice chest and suddenly the lid flies open and that fish jumps out. My dad lunges for it, but it ends up back in the water he ends up covered in scales.

He's cussing up a storm while my pawpaw, my brother and I are laughing our asses off.

To this day he keeps a bungee cord over the ice chest lid now.

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Posted by tigerfoot

Alexandria

Member since Sep 2006

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Posted on 3/7/11 at 7:07 pm to DrTyger

I am one of three.

We had some amazing hunts in an elevated duck blind in Madison parish.

I will always remember when we were at another hole in Madison, a pothole that was absolutely covered in ducks. It was all four of us and an uncle. I was 9 or 10.

First daylight, we had ducks EVERYWHERE...probably 200 circling....just waiting and waiting for a big group to get right. I dont know what came over me, but I had a single swing in front of me....and I stand up and BOOM, my one shot from my crack barrel 16 gauge.

The look on my Dads face was priceless, half WTF and half 'thats my boy'. Probably one of those you had to be there stories, but it was funny.

I came from a conservative house, not much drinking, etc. When I was aobut 18, my Dad and brother went over to Tensas deer hunting. We finished up, and my Dad told my brother "lets pull in for some biscuits" I was shocked to see Pops walk out with a six pack and toss me one. I had arrived. Hell, I had never seen my Dad drink a beer till then. Whole new world!