Staci Matheis
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The middle of last week, I asked Kym "I'm going fishing next Sunday..... If you'd like to come, I'd love to have your company!" I had expected her to answer something like "Uh-h-h, no-o-o..... I've got to give my cat a bath." So, imagine my surprise when this beautiful young lady says "Yes!"
I told her that I would supply rod, reel, bait..... What had she used in the past? "I've always had good luck with a purple plastic worm..... And a bobber." "OK" I answered..... Then went to check my stock. No problem with the purple worms, I had them already - 4 and 7 inchers. But the bobber was another matter..... I found one - a big yellow and orange one - that I think I bought back in about 1973..... I pried it away from the glob of 20-year-old worms melted into the corner of my 20-year-old tackle box.
Sunday morning, canoe on the roof of my Jeep, I head for Kym's. I called to let her know I was on my way.....
"Are you bringing a cooler?"
"A what?" I questioned.
"A cooler..... With ice and something to drink?"
"No. Why something to drink? There'll be water all around us. You were in the Navy for 6 years; didn't they give you survival training?"
".....no-o-o....." (I could hear the frown.....)
(Yes, I've got one! Filled with blue ice AND water!"
"Great!!!"
We drove to the Meramec River out near Leasburg, Missouri. I had chosen a nice, easy five mile float. Figured that - if it turned out that she HATED being in a canoe with me - we could get out in a hurry..... In any case, with the day's heat indicies hitting maybe 110, three hours would likely be enough.
We started down the river to the first spot we could stop to set up the rods and fish a bit. She showed me how she liked to rig - #6 hook with the purple worm on wacky-style, small split shot and the big yellow/orange bobber! As I set up my motor oil worm T-rigged on a 1/8 Slider hook, I thought to myself "She'll be doing it MY way, once she sees how to catch fish....."
We didn't catch anything, so we went to the next spot..... Bingo! Kym catches a nice little smallmouth! I didn't catch nuthin'. We moved on.....
Next stop, I switch to a shad colored fluke. Bingo! Kim's purple-worm-on-a-bobber catches another smallmouth! I didn't catch nuthin'.
"Pass me one of those blueberry things, please!" She requests.
"Just goes to show how much she knows," I thought. "Her worms are grape!"
Then I realize, she's talking about the granola bars in the cooler..... Guess she did know what she was talking about..... Maybe I should try a purple worm..... I did.
She had yet another hook-up! I still got nuthin'.
That's the way it went all afternoon..... We stayed out past 7 pm! She loved it! We're going to take a trout trip on the Current River in a few weeks. (I'm gonna booby trap her rod when she's not looking!)
A few weeks ago, for her birthday, a friend gave Kym a t-shirt that read:
"I run like a girl.
I throw like a girl.
I KICK BUTT like a girl!"
Well..... Kym kicked my butt on Sunday..... But..... With a smile like she has..... Who cares!!!!!!!!
me!
I told her that I would supply rod, reel, bait..... What had she used in the past? "I've always had good luck with a purple plastic worm..... And a bobber." "OK" I answered..... Then went to check my stock. No problem with the purple worms, I had them already - 4 and 7 inchers. But the bobber was another matter..... I found one - a big yellow and orange one - that I think I bought back in about 1973..... I pried it away from the glob of 20-year-old worms melted into the corner of my 20-year-old tackle box.
Sunday morning, canoe on the roof of my Jeep, I head for Kym's. I called to let her know I was on my way.....
"Are you bringing a cooler?"
"A what?" I questioned.
"A cooler..... With ice and something to drink?"
"No. Why something to drink? There'll be water all around us. You were in the Navy for 6 years; didn't they give you survival training?"
".....no-o-o....." (I could hear the frown.....)
(Yes, I've got one! Filled with blue ice AND water!"
"Great!!!"
We drove to the Meramec River out near Leasburg, Missouri. I had chosen a nice, easy five mile float. Figured that - if it turned out that she HATED being in a canoe with me - we could get out in a hurry..... In any case, with the day's heat indicies hitting maybe 110, three hours would likely be enough.
We started down the river to the first spot we could stop to set up the rods and fish a bit. She showed me how she liked to rig - #6 hook with the purple worm on wacky-style, small split shot and the big yellow/orange bobber! As I set up my motor oil worm T-rigged on a 1/8 Slider hook, I thought to myself "She'll be doing it MY way, once she sees how to catch fish....."
We didn't catch anything, so we went to the next spot..... Bingo! Kym catches a nice little smallmouth! I didn't catch nuthin'. We moved on.....
Next stop, I switch to a shad colored fluke. Bingo! Kim's purple-worm-on-a-bobber catches another smallmouth! I didn't catch nuthin'.
"Pass me one of those blueberry things, please!" She requests.
"Just goes to show how much she knows," I thought. "Her worms are grape!"
Then I realize, she's talking about the granola bars in the cooler..... Guess she did know what she was talking about..... Maybe I should try a purple worm..... I did.
She had yet another hook-up! I still got nuthin'.
That's the way it went all afternoon..... We stayed out past 7 pm! She loved it! We're going to take a trout trip on the Current River in a few weeks. (I'm gonna booby trap her rod when she's not looking!)
A few weeks ago, for her birthday, a friend gave Kym a t-shirt that read:
"I run like a girl.
I throw like a girl.
I KICK BUTT like a girl!"
Well..... Kym kicked my butt on Sunday..... But..... With a smile like she has..... Who cares!!!!!!!!
me!
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