Fish Tales

On our last night at the lake Katy and I went out to join Grandma in the boat (which was docked) as she fished and the sun began to set. It was very nice and peaceful. Then along comes their neighbor and friend Mr. Joe in his kayak. Mr. Joe lives in Pasadena as well and recently bought a house on the lake. He is all Baltimore from the accent to the gestures and sneers and sarcasm. Listening to Gail and Mr. Joe bicker back and forth was quite comical. She threatened to snag his big bass living under his dock, while he threatened to sink her boat! All in playful fun though. I was introduced as was Katy and shortly after here comes Hope and Bethany. As they stood on the dock talking to Mr. Joe he began razzing them. "Your Grandma can't fish. She don't catch nothing!" To which Bethany proudly announced, "Oh yeah, well MY Grandma ONLY catch WIDE MOUTH WHOPPERS!" and to which Hope proudly backed her up with a "YEAH" and displayed her arms a good 2 or more feet wide.

Of course Bethany meant large mouth bass and I honestly thought Mr. Joe was going to tip his kayak laughing so hard. Grandma was in no better shape and from now on there will forever be a special breed of fish being caught only on Lake Mormon.... the wide mouth whoppers!