Part III
In our earlier conversation, I relayed to Tom exactly where we were located on the lake. We have grown up on Ouachita and know it very, very well. It was rockin on about 8:30 pm when I heard the faint whirrrrrr of Toms little 25-horse Johnson, and then nothing. Hmmmm. I had told him that I was directly behind and North of Striper Point. But later I found out I was THREE coves North of Striper Point. In the dark, I just THOUGHT I was right behind the Point.
Finally we got a call from him and it was a welcome sound for Gigi fer sur. Whararya? Where I said Id be. Noyurnot. Then come on around North and youll see the flashlight. Finally, I saw his boat lights coming from the velvet darkness. As he approached and I could make him out I took a photo that blinded everybody!
Once on location and he quit laughin at us and our fancy boat that wouldnt run, we commenced to jump my crankin battery to one of his batteries and it would NOT do the trick. I just gave up on attempting to power Fancy back up.
I threw brother Tom the bow line and he secured it to his transom. With a lurch, off we wentabout quarter speed. After about four or five minutes, we rounded Striper Point and hit the expected stiff SW wind. Gigi was huddled over the heater next to me with an extra sweatshirt I had on board, shielding the heater from the wind and directing a little comfort my way. I was seated at the helm, steering Fancy, keeping her directly behind Tom.
Lilbrother took us methodically along the north bank and at the right time diagonaled across the big water, toward the far-off amber light of the Twin Creeks ramp. It took about thirty minutes, but we made it nonetheless, his little boat and motor justa whirring. RrrrrrrrrrrArrrrrrrrrArrrrrrrrrArrrrrrrrr.
Once on dry land, under the street lamp, Tom backed the trailer all the way into the water. With the (very) little juice I had I brought Fancy close to the skids of the submerged trailer. Once I felt her nestle in the skids, and with no big motor to finish the job and push her onto the trailer, I bailed into the cold water, knee deep, attached the 3 wide nylon strap and winched her into position. I hopped onto the tongue of the trailer and Thomas took us methodically out of the water and directly under the street light. What a day. It was now 9:30 pm.
Tom said, Man, I wouldnt a missed this for the WORLD. I needed to exercise the boat anyway and really did want a Friday night fishin'trip and now, here I am! If it was anyone but my brother, Id say that was BS. But folks, I know in my heart of hearts that he meant it. He really had a good time (just like meliddleoself).
I had Gigi take a final photo that I thought most appropriate. Where would I be without my brother, my hero???? He looked at me and said, Were even. HOW even, I asked. Since you helped me skin those two stinkin azzed pigsTHATS how even! Okay, so were even.
Nobody I know would come 60 miles, in the dead of a February night, come across a 40,000 acre lake, fighting a biting winter wind, hook his 16 boat to a 21 barge and tow it clear across the lakenobody but Lil Brothermy hero and calvary to the rescue!!!! Well Lil sis would, but she doesnt know the lake.
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We tidied up Fancy and Tom launched into the night, headed back to Denby Point, where he had put in. Gigi and I headed to Denby with Toms truck keys in hand and Fancy trailing obediently behind us. When we got there he was already in the harbor awaiting his trailer.
It didnt take us long to get that beautiful, gleaming little boat of his (the Little Engine that Could) loaded up and locked down. We soon found ourselves on our way to the Hilltop with ample heat coming from under the dash of the GMC. I looked in my rear view mirror, seeing Tom following us, probably still laughin his azz off. I glanced aside and watched Gigi as she was drifting offout of the corner of my eye, just for a moment. Then I realized once again, that His blessings are truly all around me.
I hope you enjoyed this story. It is 100% true and none of the names have been changed to protect the innocent. This evening will be one of those 24 karat memories that will bring smiles for a generation.
Fancy is, once again, up and running. The infamous coffee pot is back in TOMS boat, not to be used on the pontoon rig again. Fancy is standing tall with all the chicken crumbs and dirt shampooed from her carpet; fully charged batteries [3 month-old faulty cranking battery replaced] and is (once again) standing at the ready for the next trip to (oh yeah) Beautiful Lake Ouachita. Thanks for comin along. <><
Yore buddy and brother supreme,
aj
PS. I wrestled with my stone-aged hp for two hours attempting to post several photos. I lost the wrestling match and my patience has been expended. I sent them to Sis and if she can do it, you'll see it all in living color. If not, well, I hope you can see it all in my meager words.
Edited 1 time(s). Last edit at 02/27/2009 01:41AM by Wayne in BC.
Rescue On the Ouachita Finale
Thank you Mikie, that was a sweet comment. My brothers and I
Give Alice a hug for me and tell her I love her! Love, Sunny
