Don’t be “That Guy”
By: Frank Jones
About Frank Jones
Frank Jones is the owner of Freedom Electric Marine and the co-inventor of the Twin Troller boat. Frank and some of his best fishing friends designed the Twin Troller to solve the common challenges small water anglers face during their fishing adventures. Features include hands-free operation, in-hull propulsion, and incredible stability. The Twin Troller gives fisherman the ultimate fishing adventure they deserve.
Sometimes You Just Have to Laugh
As fisherman we all know that it’s really all about the fun. Along these lines we all have some sort of funny story or two that we can tell about our fishing adventures. The following story is just such tale that was sent in by one of our Twin Troller X10 owners. I could write a long lead-in, but the story really doesn’t need one. Be sure to read it to the end to get to the punch line.
The sun vanished behind the ridge and we were left in the ambient light that meant it was probably time to call it a day. And a good day it had been.
We were in a nice corner of the lake a minute from the boat ramp. My wife indicated it was time to head home. I, being a “one more cast” type of guy, let my buzz plug sail toward a dark corner that had historically produced some nice bass. Knowing it was my last cast for the day, I wanted to make it count. I suppose I was a bit over zealous in my attempt to put the lure deep into that dark corner. I could not see too clearly in the dark, but I heard that sound we all know of a plug hitting the branches of a tree.
“Dangitall, I hung it in the tree.” I informed my wife.
“Nice work.” She replied.
One of the beauties of the Twin Troller is it has the capability to go just about anywhere on the water with ease. So, retrieving a lure is very easy most of the time. I backed the boat toward the tree that held my buzz plug in its grasp. I applied some pressure using my rod to try to free the lure from the leaves of the tree. No luck. It was in there pretty good. I backed in a bit closer and with my back to the snagged lure, I lifted the paddle I keep in the boat to try to knock it loose as I continued to apply pressure with my rod. I used the line to sort of guide the paddle to the lure. I was doing this with my back to the situation still. After a few unsuccessful attempts to free the lure I glanced back behind me to see if I was making any progress. As luck would have it, just as I turned to assess the situation the lure suddenly flew free as a result of my skillful use of the paddle and line pressure. It whizzed toward me with surprising speed and uncanny accuracy. I felt a sudden thud in my ample double chin. Yep. I was hooked and hooked well.
I paused for a second before I informed my wife of what had happened, knowing that this was going to be one of those moments that she was never going to let me forget.
“Uh, Honey, I’m hooked.” I muttered quietly from the rear of the boat.
“What?” she said. Her tone was not one of tone disbelief. No, it was more like resignation. She knows me.
Well after a few wiggles of the lure I pretty much knew it was stuck pretty good. My wife chimed in with the first line that made me remember why I love her so much. “Honey, you have never looked so alluring in your life,” she said, trying to suppress her chuckles. She is a remarkable smartass.
I parked the car and strode confidently into the ER where a young man at the admitting desk saw me. I am sure the lure dangling from my chin was not something he sees every day.
“What seems to be the problem, sir,” he asked.
“I have a frog in my throat.” I informed him.
The rest of this story was mundane. A few good and funny lines were uttered at my expense by the hospital staff. We all had fun trying to make light of what had happened.
When I got back home later that night, I posted the picture that my wife had taken of me with the tackle hanging from my chin to record my brilliance for posterity. Our community has a fishing page on Facebook. So I put it up for laughs.
Some weeks later my wife and I were on the big lake in our community. There was a pontoon boat with several guys fishing in it along our route. Always curious as to how the fishing is, I veered toward them. I was wearing the same shirt that I had worn that fateful night of the chin hooking. As I approached and asked how it was going one of the fishermen shouted, “Hey, you’re that guy, aren’t you, the idiot who hooked himself?”
“Yep, I am THAT guy.”
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