This photo demonstrates that fishing is not all fun. On the occasion of this perticular citation, I did not have my fishing license in the boat. I was untangling a trot line and had one end tied in the top of a tree and was floating it out as I untangled it on foam to keep it untangled. I had spent about an hour on it and was almost finished, when along came John, Law that is. Not on Ray Roberts Lake though. I didn't have any bait in the boat, the line was tied in the top of a tree, and I explained that I was only trying to untangle it, and my license was in the pickup not a hundred yards up that bank. If he would allow me to tie up there and run up and get it, it would only take a few minutes. He said I was fishing and had to have my license in the boat and started writing the ticket. Which reminds me of a story that someone told me was true:
While traveling along at about 10 miles over the speed limit, a car topped the hill and was imidiately met with red lights. The usual question of why the rush? The speeder replied that he was late for work. What do you do for a living was asked, as the ticket was being written? I'm a rectum stretcher, I take a little bitty one and get my fingers in there and stretch and pull till I can get both hands in there then I pull some more until I get it about 6 ft wide. The ticket writer, obviously bewildered asked, what do they do with a 6 ft. butthole? I really don't know but I think they give them a badge, and a radar gun, or boat!
If I were to take a child that required attention, and didn't know him, he would be the captain and he and I would boss only. That would require 2 other capable people in the boat.
