Following Skeet Reese today has provided a lesson in how to fish a swim bait. But two kids like James Overstreet and me can only stay in class so long. With our collective attention span of an infant, we ran off this morning without much in the way of lunch supplies. So I started digging through what is reportedly the built-in cooler on this Triton.
At one time, this was a perfectly fine boat cooler. Now it needs a "No Dumping" sign on the lid. I felt like a bum rummaging through a restaurant dumpster, picking out the trash, looking for scraps.
After filling not one, but two plastic bags with empty Diet Mountain Dew bottles and various snack food wrappers, I finally found a package that hadn't been opened – a tuna salad sandwich that was apparently producing its own gaseous waste. The plastic wrapper was stretched tight as a drum.
Best Overstreet can remember, he bought this almost a month ago, when he was covering the Bassmaster Open in Mississippi at Ross Barnett. Personally, I think you're taking a chance eating a tuna salad sandwich within minutes of leaving a convenience store.
I carefully pushed the bloated sandwich package back in the cooler, using an empty water bottle to nudge it along. In the words of MC Hammer, "Can't touch this!" We're going to have to hire somebody with a HazMat suit to get this thing out of here.
Meanwhile, Skeet Reese continues to work that 7-inch swimbait down the bank in Town Creek. He hasn't caught one in a while. But he just moved to the island where he wanted to stop when he first came in here. It is now angler-free.