On Wednesday morning, I took my brother Dwayne to the Marion Airport so he could fly home to Dallas. I stopped by the hospital to see Myrtle, who had fallen and broken her hip, but she was so sedated that she didn’t know who I was or maybe her memory was fading. I made it back to the cabin to grab a bite to eat and then went fishing with my friend Kenny Hall. We fished at a lake that he used to live on. It is noted for crappie and bluegill. It wasn’t very long before Kenny showed me that he was the king fisherman. He is a very good fisherman. I eventually hooked something that I thought was a catfish. It took me a little while to land it but it turned out to be one of the bigger bass that I had every caught. It weighed 6 pounds 4 ounces. When I lived in Florida, I had caught a couple of 7 pounders.
After we had looked at it a while and weighed it, we released it back into the lake so someone else could catch him again. Besides, I don’t like how a fish that big taste. After fishing most of the afternoon, Ken and I had quite a bit of fish. Most of them were big bluegill but we also had some nice sized crappie. We took them back to the cabin and cleaned them. Ken let me have them and we had a fish fry on Saturday evening.
Needless to say, I was ready for bed that night and slept very good. Good night John Boy.