“Dern, I forgot the grease,” said Jesse.
“You always forget something,” replied his brother, Kenny.
“I ain’t the only one going on this fishing trip,” Jesse shot back.
“Yeah. The King of Fishing ought to be getting here in a minute. Maybe he’ll bring some,” answered Kenny.
About that time, John showed up. “You bring any grease?” We forgot,” asked Jesse.
“You don’t need no grease if you can’t catch no fish!” John laughed. John prided himself on being the best fisherman around. He always caught the most and the biggest. Jesse and Kenny were always trying to match his prowess, but never quite could.
They set up the tent, gathered up enough wood for a fire, and proceeded to launch the boat. Then, they floated down the river awhile until they found a nice, sunny spot to fish. Cypress boughs hung gracefully over the water and white sand gleamed on river banks. Just as they were throwing out their lines, a motorboat drove by, filled with good looking young ladies in bathing suits. John whistled and watched them as they sped on down the river. “Dang - they done stirred up the fish!” complained Jesse.
“That ain’t the only thing they stirred up!” Kenny smiled as they disappeared around a bend. And as John was leering at the women, he didn’t notice his line hit one of those low lying branches, and didn’t fall where he intended it to fall.
In a little while, Kenny hauled in a nice sized fish. Then, Jesse caught two smaller ones. “Beginner’s luck,” mumbled John. “It’ll wear off in a minute and I can show yu’all how to fish,” he went on.
A few minutes later, Kenny got another bite. "Reckon you’re gonna have to do some catching up!” Kenny commented as John tried to look unconcerned. It wasn’t long before Jesse caught another one. “You ain’t setting your mouth right,” suggested Kenny.
“We still got another hour before sundown,” said John as confidently as he could.
Just as the sun began to disappear behind the trees, Kenny brought in two more. Frustrated, John smoked another cigarette. “Glad you brought the grease, ‘cause you shore ain’t helping catch the fish!” chuckled Jesse as he got another bite.
“Maybe I’m fishing on the wrong side of the boat,” mumbled John.
Kenny and Jesse looked around to see where his fishing line was, then burst out laughing. “You ain’t been fishing on the wrong side of the boat!” they hooted, “You been fishing IN the boat!”
