Heather Dodds: Fish Troller Extraordinaire
What I Did Today:
Today I went to the lake where my grandpa made me drive his boat at 4 MPH for AN HOUR AND A HALF so he could "troll for fish." This involves me sitting at the wheel, feeling my melanocytes slowly becoming malignant as the sun fries my arms, and having my anal grandpa, who is facing backwards, shout warnings to me AFTER i have passed obstructions. "Watch out for that log!" he'd yell, a good minute and a half after I had successfully bypassed the log.
Meanwhile, I'm staring at all the normal people out wakeboarding, tubing, and actually GETTING IN THE WATER as it is 105 degrees outside, and we are on a LAKE. Instead, I got to sit at the wheel and stare at this stupid fish finder monitor showing NO FISH, as the water is like 80 feet deep. Every once in a while, G-Pa's fishing line would get tangled, and he'd have me but the boat in neutral so he could get situated. I don't know if you've ever driven a boat, but you can't steer when boats are in neutral. So, we'd start to drift. "TURN THE DAMN WHEEL," he'd shout, and I'd say, "I can't, I'm in neutral." "What are you in neutral for?"
Because you told me to, jackass. Needless to say, no fish were caught, and I will be dying young due to skin cancer. What a day.
More tales of my Summer of Unemployment are on the way. Stay tuned.
Today I went to the lake where my grandpa made me drive his boat at 4 MPH for AN HOUR AND A HALF so he could "troll for fish." This involves me sitting at the wheel, feeling my melanocytes slowly becoming malignant as the sun fries my arms, and having my anal grandpa, who is facing backwards, shout warnings to me AFTER i have passed obstructions. "Watch out for that log!" he'd yell, a good minute and a half after I had successfully bypassed the log.
Meanwhile, I'm staring at all the normal people out wakeboarding, tubing, and actually GETTING IN THE WATER as it is 105 degrees outside, and we are on a LAKE. Instead, I got to sit at the wheel and stare at this stupid fish finder monitor showing NO FISH, as the water is like 80 feet deep. Every once in a while, G-Pa's fishing line would get tangled, and he'd have me but the boat in neutral so he could get situated. I don't know if you've ever driven a boat, but you can't steer when boats are in neutral. So, we'd start to drift. "TURN THE DAMN WHEEL," he'd shout, and I'd say, "I can't, I'm in neutral." "What are you in neutral for?"
Because you told me to, jackass. Needless to say, no fish were caught, and I will be dying young due to skin cancer. What a day.
More tales of my Summer of Unemployment are on the way. Stay tuned.
