Jeff Jones
02-18-99, 01:29 AM
Another " hopefully amusing" TRUE tale from the GA. mountians!
My friend Brian ( who comes for a fishing trip once a year) and I made camp at the edge of one of Georgia's best trout streams. It was July 3rd or 4th, just a few days before the Big Flood of . . . well, I can't remember the year. Anyway, we had a reat time catching trout and exploring the area - off the beaten path that most folks took- looking for green jewels with "wormy" dots.
We have had our share of adventures together and this was to be the scarriest, and later, the funniest ever.
It was getting dusky and we we're sitting around a small fire which I built just for fun as I usually do when camping. It sure wasn't cold. Off in the distance we heard a rumbling sound. It sounded like a Mack truck with serious problems and in the wrong gear at that! We both chuckleda bit and watched as it weaved it's way along the narrow one -lane mountian road. Suddenly, . . it came to an abrupt halt right in front of our campsite. Now, I'm sure we've all had someone stop and ask directions and this is what we assumed this fellow was doing.
As he wobbled up to the site he asked," You boyzz got 'nthing ta drank?".
I said yes and offered him a coke from the cooler.
" Naw, I dunt wunt no Ko-Kola!"
I told him I was sorry but that's all we had. It was apparent that he was not sober, by then and although drinking and driving is no laughing matter, we were about to start giggling when he asked us if we had "seen" his friends.
" You boyzz seeeeen my frens'?
They wuz n'ah raaed pickum'up ch'truck."
We almost busted out laughung. He was gone and Lord only knows if he made it off the mountian that night.
He wobbled back to his truck and VROOoooommmm -clunk-pop-BANG... he eased down the road. We laughed a little, gathered ourslves for cooking the meal( usually hot-dogs over the fire) and talked about the day we had.
About an our later, we heard him coming back down the mountian doing 90 -to- nothin'. As he got to the campsite he SLAMMED on the brakes nearly running into some parking barriers made of logs. It wasn't so funny , now. He walked up and asked us the same question about the folks he was serching for. We said we hadn't seen them all day and then he replied. . .
" I done ben har a'fore, aint'Ah?!"
I had taken out my Buck knife (all the proctection I carry) when he pulled up and had it in my lap. Who knew what he was up to . . .
We told him he had stoped by eariler and he just stood there for a while looking at the cooler. So I offered him a coke. Again. He declined and stumbled to his truck and VRRRROoooommmmm - up the mountian he went again.
It was now pushing ten o'clock so we headed for the small tent I used to own. Brian brought the hatchet with him ( and slept with it, I might add ! ) and we tried to go to sleep. Usually after a day of climbing over and under logs and wading up several streams we have no problem goig right to sleep. Mr. Cheers had us a little on edge, though.
You cold hear the crickets chirping and the water rippling down the rocks in the nearby creek. And you could hear the guy coming down the hill again! There was no misaking that engine! We tensed up as we looked out the window of the tent, hoping he wouldn't stop again, with us inside the flimsy tent like fish in a barrel.
vroooom, vroo- pop- ooom rrrrrrmmm
rrrrmmmm clunk-pop-VRooommmmmm POP VRRRRRROOOMMMM . . . . . . HONK -HONK .....VRoooomm clun-pop-vrrommm mmm - mmm- m
We laughed so hard at the gut honking at us, at the campsite that my sides hrt and I couldn't breath!!! HE FINALLY knew he had been there before and just honked to say "Hi" instead of gracing us with his presence.( not to mention his breath) We slept soundly and the next morning wondered if he found his friends. I crawled out of the tent and tossed a #14 Olive Caddis into a little run 2 feet from my shoes and a trout better than 20 inches tok off with my fly. Brian yelled out," very funny - running with your line hooked on a tree ( when the fish ran it sounded like < ZZZZZZZRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR>.). I think to this day that he thinks I hooked up to a pine and ran across the campsite. I was too sore from laughing. It was a great trip. Wish you all coulda' been " thar". http://www.georgia-outdoors.com/ubbngto/smile.gif
My friend Brian ( who comes for a fishing trip once a year) and I made camp at the edge of one of Georgia's best trout streams. It was July 3rd or 4th, just a few days before the Big Flood of . . . well, I can't remember the year. Anyway, we had a reat time catching trout and exploring the area - off the beaten path that most folks took- looking for green jewels with "wormy" dots.
We have had our share of adventures together and this was to be the scarriest, and later, the funniest ever.
It was getting dusky and we we're sitting around a small fire which I built just for fun as I usually do when camping. It sure wasn't cold. Off in the distance we heard a rumbling sound. It sounded like a Mack truck with serious problems and in the wrong gear at that! We both chuckleda bit and watched as it weaved it's way along the narrow one -lane mountian road. Suddenly, . . it came to an abrupt halt right in front of our campsite. Now, I'm sure we've all had someone stop and ask directions and this is what we assumed this fellow was doing.
As he wobbled up to the site he asked," You boyzz got 'nthing ta drank?".
I said yes and offered him a coke from the cooler.
" Naw, I dunt wunt no Ko-Kola!"
I told him I was sorry but that's all we had. It was apparent that he was not sober, by then and although drinking and driving is no laughing matter, we were about to start giggling when he asked us if we had "seen" his friends.
" You boyzz seeeeen my frens'?
They wuz n'ah raaed pickum'up ch'truck."
We almost busted out laughung. He was gone and Lord only knows if he made it off the mountian that night.
He wobbled back to his truck and VROOoooommmm -clunk-pop-BANG... he eased down the road. We laughed a little, gathered ourslves for cooking the meal( usually hot-dogs over the fire) and talked about the day we had.
About an our later, we heard him coming back down the mountian doing 90 -to- nothin'. As he got to the campsite he SLAMMED on the brakes nearly running into some parking barriers made of logs. It wasn't so funny , now. He walked up and asked us the same question about the folks he was serching for. We said we hadn't seen them all day and then he replied. . .
" I done ben har a'fore, aint'Ah?!"
I had taken out my Buck knife (all the proctection I carry) when he pulled up and had it in my lap. Who knew what he was up to . . .
We told him he had stoped by eariler and he just stood there for a while looking at the cooler. So I offered him a coke. Again. He declined and stumbled to his truck and VRRRROoooommmmm - up the mountian he went again.
It was now pushing ten o'clock so we headed for the small tent I used to own. Brian brought the hatchet with him ( and slept with it, I might add ! ) and we tried to go to sleep. Usually after a day of climbing over and under logs and wading up several streams we have no problem goig right to sleep. Mr. Cheers had us a little on edge, though.
You cold hear the crickets chirping and the water rippling down the rocks in the nearby creek. And you could hear the guy coming down the hill again! There was no misaking that engine! We tensed up as we looked out the window of the tent, hoping he wouldn't stop again, with us inside the flimsy tent like fish in a barrel.
vroooom, vroo- pop- ooom rrrrrrmmm
rrrrmmmm clunk-pop-VRooommmmmm POP VRRRRRROOOMMMM . . . . . . HONK -HONK .....VRoooomm clun-pop-vrrommm mmm - mmm- m
We laughed so hard at the gut honking at us, at the campsite that my sides hrt and I couldn't breath!!! HE FINALLY knew he had been there before and just honked to say "Hi" instead of gracing us with his presence.( not to mention his breath) We slept soundly and the next morning wondered if he found his friends. I crawled out of the tent and tossed a #14 Olive Caddis into a little run 2 feet from my shoes and a trout better than 20 inches tok off with my fly. Brian yelled out," very funny - running with your line hooked on a tree ( when the fish ran it sounded like < ZZZZZZZRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR>.). I think to this day that he thinks I hooked up to a pine and ran across the campsite. I was too sore from laughing. It was a great trip. Wish you all coulda' been " thar". http://www.georgia-outdoors.com/ubbngto/smile.gif