cadlights
08-21-2004, 01:30 AM
Late 60's, me and my buddy decided to go fishing. 59 Ford pickup, 352 Mustang eater.
A FISHING TRIP TO REMEMBER, OR MAYBE FORGET.
After a night of drinking me & my friend had a wonderful thought,
That in this creek in Wyoming there was fish to be caught.
So we got in his old ford & away we went,
There was fish to be caught & money to be spent.
We got to Cokeville early in the day,
And went to the local bar for a short stay.
We'd had a few beers and were feeling pretty tall,
So we challenged the pool table & said we would take on them all.
It didn't take long for us to find out,
What these small town folks were all about.
We won a few games and that was alright,
But after awhile they wanted to fight.
It seems no matter what town you are in,
Outsiders aren't allowed to win.
So me & my friend backed out the door,
Lucky to get out alive that's for sure.
So we gassed up the truck & got some more beer,
It was then my friend says to me we've got to get out of here.
The boys from the bar were standing outside,
And they looked like they wanted a piece of our hides.
As luck would have it when we pulled away,
The sheriff pulled up & got in thier way.
I've often wondered what would have happened in that town,
If the sheriff hadn't calmed those boys down.
As we left we felt a twinge of fear,
For what we seen in the truck's rear view mirror.
One of the ol boys was wanting to chase us down,
But the sheriff had him pinned to the ground.
I know we dodged a bullit that day,
The Good Lord musta been looking out after us thats all I can say.
That was only the start of a most memorable trip,
The rest of the weekend we just shot from the hip.
As we aproached a beaver pond off to the side of the road,
My friend seemed to have forgotten we had such a heavy load.
We stopped in the road & got out of the truck,
Not a good idea at the time with our luck.
As the truck came to a stop I felt it sink,
And I thought to myself we're in trouble I think.
I looked at my friend & he looked at me,
I think he knew what my thoughts would be.
You've picked the worst place in the road to stop,
This little foul up will be hard to top.
But little did I know that later that night,
A coleman stove he would attempt to light.
We got out of the truck & found some logs,
To help us get out of this bog.
We jacked & we dug for a place for them logs to be stuck,
So we could free that old truck.
After about an hour of hard work & sweat,
The truck hadn't been freed as of yet.
We found a rock & musta put in the right spot,
Cause it was then that out of the bog we got.
I thought we were out of the woods after that,
But then we drove out onto the flat.
We saw some sheep & that was a mistake,
For a position on the hood of the truck my friend would take.
He said he had always wanted to bulldog a sheep,
And now was the time as the terrian wasn't to steep.
I tried to tell him let's think about this & have a beer,
It's starting to get late we should be getting out of here.
But he would have none of that & said just get in & drive,
And let him worry if he got out of there alive.
So out through the sagebrush & rocks we did go,
Using that old truck for his rodeo.
I thought I would die when I seen what he done,
But he yells back to me ain't we having fun?
As we hit a rock he took a leap,
Trying to bulldog that poor sheep.
He missed of course & went end over end,
At that monent I thought I had lost my friend.
That sheep stopped after a while,
And on his face I swore I could see a smile.
It was like he was saying to my friend & me,
You might as well move on cause you'll never catch me.
I tended to agree to what that sheep seemed to be saying,
While on the ground my friend was laying.
My friend brushed himself off & came over to the truck to talk,
Said he'd have got that sheep if we hadn't hit that rock.
He said com'on let's try it again,
That he hadn't had this much fun since he couldn't remember when.
I gave him a beer & told him it was late in the day,
And we'd better find us a place to stay.
He thought about it a bit as he felt his back,
And said ok but we'll try it again on our way back.
About an hour later we found a place to camp,
It was getting colder & kinda damp.
I went to find a place to dig a latrine,
A job that has to be done if you know what I mean.
The next thing that happened scared hell out of me,
I still to this day can't believe what I was about to see.
My friend had unloaded the stuff from the camper we had,
Things had been throwed around in there pretty bad.
One of the gas cans we brought had a leaky lid,
And I can't believe the next thing my friend did.
There musta been fumes in the camper thats for sure,
Cause i seen a flash come out the camper door.
The coleman stove flew out as I turned around,
And was in flames as it bounced across the ground.
I took the shovel & put the fire out,
Then turned around to see what this was all about.
There was smoke & things scattered all about,
But luckily my friend had put the fire in the camper out.
I rushed to see if he was allright,
He said he was but he was a terrible sight.
His hair was singed & his eyebrows too,
Then I asked him what he was trying to do.
He said he was hungry & was going to cook,
That was the reason for the actions he took.
I asked if he hadn't smelled the fumes in there,
He said he did but thought it would be ok as he brushed out his hair.
We fixed the coleman stove & put it away,
No need for any more fire that day.
Then we cleaned things up & made it through the night,
Lucky to be alive and that everything was allright.
You probably don't believe what I say is true,
But they happened just that way I swear to you.
There has to be a morale here,
When going fishing with a friend, never ask do we have enough beer?
A FISHING TRIP TO REMEMBER, OR MAYBE FORGET.
After a night of drinking me & my friend had a wonderful thought,
That in this creek in Wyoming there was fish to be caught.
So we got in his old ford & away we went,
There was fish to be caught & money to be spent.
We got to Cokeville early in the day,
And went to the local bar for a short stay.
We'd had a few beers and were feeling pretty tall,
So we challenged the pool table & said we would take on them all.
It didn't take long for us to find out,
What these small town folks were all about.
We won a few games and that was alright,
But after awhile they wanted to fight.
It seems no matter what town you are in,
Outsiders aren't allowed to win.
So me & my friend backed out the door,
Lucky to get out alive that's for sure.
So we gassed up the truck & got some more beer,
It was then my friend says to me we've got to get out of here.
The boys from the bar were standing outside,
And they looked like they wanted a piece of our hides.
As luck would have it when we pulled away,
The sheriff pulled up & got in thier way.
I've often wondered what would have happened in that town,
If the sheriff hadn't calmed those boys down.
As we left we felt a twinge of fear,
For what we seen in the truck's rear view mirror.
One of the ol boys was wanting to chase us down,
But the sheriff had him pinned to the ground.
I know we dodged a bullit that day,
The Good Lord musta been looking out after us thats all I can say.
That was only the start of a most memorable trip,
The rest of the weekend we just shot from the hip.
As we aproached a beaver pond off to the side of the road,
My friend seemed to have forgotten we had such a heavy load.
We stopped in the road & got out of the truck,
Not a good idea at the time with our luck.
As the truck came to a stop I felt it sink,
And I thought to myself we're in trouble I think.
I looked at my friend & he looked at me,
I think he knew what my thoughts would be.
You've picked the worst place in the road to stop,
This little foul up will be hard to top.
But little did I know that later that night,
A coleman stove he would attempt to light.
We got out of the truck & found some logs,
To help us get out of this bog.
We jacked & we dug for a place for them logs to be stuck,
So we could free that old truck.
After about an hour of hard work & sweat,
The truck hadn't been freed as of yet.
We found a rock & musta put in the right spot,
Cause it was then that out of the bog we got.
I thought we were out of the woods after that,
But then we drove out onto the flat.
We saw some sheep & that was a mistake,
For a position on the hood of the truck my friend would take.
He said he had always wanted to bulldog a sheep,
And now was the time as the terrian wasn't to steep.
I tried to tell him let's think about this & have a beer,
It's starting to get late we should be getting out of here.
But he would have none of that & said just get in & drive,
And let him worry if he got out of there alive.
So out through the sagebrush & rocks we did go,
Using that old truck for his rodeo.
I thought I would die when I seen what he done,
But he yells back to me ain't we having fun?
As we hit a rock he took a leap,
Trying to bulldog that poor sheep.
He missed of course & went end over end,
At that monent I thought I had lost my friend.
That sheep stopped after a while,
And on his face I swore I could see a smile.
It was like he was saying to my friend & me,
You might as well move on cause you'll never catch me.
I tended to agree to what that sheep seemed to be saying,
While on the ground my friend was laying.
My friend brushed himself off & came over to the truck to talk,
Said he'd have got that sheep if we hadn't hit that rock.
He said com'on let's try it again,
That he hadn't had this much fun since he couldn't remember when.
I gave him a beer & told him it was late in the day,
And we'd better find us a place to stay.
He thought about it a bit as he felt his back,
And said ok but we'll try it again on our way back.
About an hour later we found a place to camp,
It was getting colder & kinda damp.
I went to find a place to dig a latrine,
A job that has to be done if you know what I mean.
The next thing that happened scared hell out of me,
I still to this day can't believe what I was about to see.
My friend had unloaded the stuff from the camper we had,
Things had been throwed around in there pretty bad.
One of the gas cans we brought had a leaky lid,
And I can't believe the next thing my friend did.
There musta been fumes in the camper thats for sure,
Cause i seen a flash come out the camper door.
The coleman stove flew out as I turned around,
And was in flames as it bounced across the ground.
I took the shovel & put the fire out,
Then turned around to see what this was all about.
There was smoke & things scattered all about,
But luckily my friend had put the fire in the camper out.
I rushed to see if he was allright,
He said he was but he was a terrible sight.
His hair was singed & his eyebrows too,
Then I asked him what he was trying to do.
He said he was hungry & was going to cook,
That was the reason for the actions he took.
I asked if he hadn't smelled the fumes in there,
He said he did but thought it would be ok as he brushed out his hair.
We fixed the coleman stove & put it away,
No need for any more fire that day.
Then we cleaned things up & made it through the night,
Lucky to be alive and that everything was allright.
You probably don't believe what I say is true,
But they happened just that way I swear to you.
There has to be a morale here,
When going fishing with a friend, never ask do we have enough beer?