Good weeed chron, the pics were at mom and dads when they past and I think my sister blew off the albums. We had like twelve albums, it got old later in life. Another story; I have a very close friend, and when he wanted fish he would call me....for the harvest....we would always mess around, catch a few and throw em back, but when he wanted fish for the freezer, well, I got the call. I had a boat and trailer that I set up for these ponds that we fished for black bass, 10 ft 6in little plastic boat. It had an aerated livewell, two sonar units, 52 lb trolling motor...it was spotless clean and worked perfectly. So one day homeboy calls me and says he wants fish. I hook the boat up and go get him. Well, the plan usually goes like this; if you want fish just go along with my plan and be quiet. We get in the boat, my two rods are rigged and his isn't....coupla casts...two pounder....wheres the stringer he says...3 pounder, what should I use he says....3 pounder...just throw the fish in the bottom of the boat......5 pounder....he never got his line in the water......I filled the boat a foot deep with a bloody slimefest of nice bass......he froze em into a round ball as big as a basketball...all fillets...no bones. My boat got it's name that day.."bloody betty".
