ALRIGHT, ya'll must be bored.
About 1985 I had a 14ft Alumacraft, took it crappie fishing in Wolftever. I was headed home around dark to Dade Co., Ga ( home of the menacing brown county cruisers) They had pulled me over the week before for no trailer lights.
So, I get off at hwy 41 in Tiftonia, sneak past the State Patrol hq and turn onto Cummings Rd.( I say sneak because back then I didn't worry about Drinking and driving, which is what I was doing.)
When I got to Hwy 11 to head into Dade Cty. I decided to look in my mirror and check the trailer lights that I did fix. Well, they weren't on, they weren't even there! They were on the trailer that wasn't there. I lost the trailer (w/ safety chain) and didn't even hear it over Freebird on the radio!
Man, I hope it didn't go in the ditch or hit anything. I turned around and drove what would have been an embarassing distance if someone was with me, and there it was-straight up and down, bow hanging from a tree limb!
For anyone that knows that area, it was the old back entry to Aetna Mtn, so there was a dirt rd to it.
While I'm standing there figuring out what to do this lady comes driving up with her son saying she heard the wreck and wanted to know where the other car was.( I didn't hear it myself !) I pointed to the boat and told her what happened.
Things were getting worse, all 4 of my rods were broken, tackle everywhere and here come 2 Hamilton Cty cops. Ok, I wasn't drunk( as I was before all this) but I knew I would qualify for an I.U.D.
As they shined their spotlights on the carnage below the lady's son goes down the bank to help me pick stuff up. I had 2 coolers, one for refreshments and one for a livewell. Now since I don't litter their spotlights lit up a bunch of silver stuff, about 20 crappie and about 10 Coors Light cans( a couple still full)
I picked up the deep cycle battery and an empty feelin' gas can, stumbled up the bank and started the 50ft or so walk down the road to my truck as they lit the way. JUST WALK STRAIGHT!
After they watched me walk they called me over to the squad car, wanting my liscence and shining the flashlights in my eyes The not so cool cop shines his light on all the silver stuff and asked if it was mine." Yep, caught em myself" He says no, the cans.
As I was explaining how my fish landed on all that litter an EPB service truck pulls up to check out a power surge in the area. It turns out the bad cop hadn't had power for 2 days or so. Well he slams his flashlight on the hood of his car and jumps on the running board of this truck, screaming at this guy. The other cop hands me my liscense and says - You've had bad enough of a day, head home and be careful, WHEW!!
Went back the next day and someone scaled up my boat and stole my trolling motor!
The boat must have come unhooked in the curve, hit the angled guy- wire to the pole, launched up into the tree. That split the gunnel on the boat. The bow hung in the tree and let the motor drop to the ground(cracking the case) I sold the whole mess to Bill Rayburn for 350 bucks! Morral to the story- a bunch of them! There you go.
