In years past when men traversed the oceans using sails and oars, there was the tail of Davy Jones' locker. When a ship or its crew went down, it was said they became prisoners in Jones' locker along with all the treasure the vessels carried. This tale is nothing new. However, very few have heard of Davy Jones's brother, Bubba Jones.
Bubba resides in lakes, rivers, and streams. He is not as wealthy as his brother, however he is just as viscous and cold blooded. This is a tale of my latest run in with Bubba.
I recently took a trip back to Oil City to fish on Caddo lake. I'd lain out the tackle I needed. I had changed the line out on my best fishing weapon. I had even planned the area I would fish and how I was to fish. Captain Jack was to be my fishing partner as usual and he'd done the same. Even his wife, Cheryl (one of the best cooks in the area) had prepared our typical fishing meal which consisted of hard boiled eggs, sliced pepperoni, cubed cheddar cheese and a sleeve of crackers. Captain Jack and I were ready for battle! I just didn't realize who we'd be battling.
Captain Jack and I hit the water around 6 am. We motored over the lake to a bayou hidden in the darkest recesses of Caddo Lake. The area we were going to fish was laden with lilly pads and cypress trees. The Spanish Moss hung from the branches of the tress like funeral shrouds on the faces of weathered old women. This was truly an amazingly eerie place. I had but one thought, "Let's fish!"
We began systematically casting at different areas. There were casts made into the heart of lilly pads. Casts made into clusters of cypress trees. Casts made skipping baits under the moss hanging. It was a great start to the day. Then it started.
Join us tomorrow fearless readers for the conclusion of "JD and Bubba Jones' Bayou!"
- JD
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