Back when Ray Bob first opened up I was out at first light around Wallling hump one Saturday morning. Evidently there was a tournament that morning because just as I dropped my t.m. a wave of boats came flying by. About 300 yards from me near the "boat lane" (we know there ain't no boat lanes at RB) I see and hear a guy waving his arms trying to flag down one of the boats flying by him less than 50 yards away. I'm thinking, damn, I hope one of these guys close to him stops, cause it's first light and I really don't want to tow him all the way back through the trees that took me forever to get here. LOL, not a chance. 20 boats go by him and nobody stops, so I pull over to him and ask what the problem is. Him: "I just bought this boat Wednesday, and took it out to test it and do some fishing yesterday evening. The boat won't start and my battery is dead. My wife is probably losing her mind." He didn't have a cell phone in his boat, and was obviously stressed out. Honestly I thought he was gonna cry. I asked him, "you have two trolling motor batteries, right?" Him: "you can use those?" SMH. "Yes sir". Tied up my boat next to his, helped him switch out one of his tm batteries, let him borrow my cell to call his wife, and off he went.

Good one Ken! I bet that was hilarious! Merry Christmas to you and the fam! You get a boat back in the garage yet???

Several years ago I was fishing Grapevine and I saw what looked to be a father, grandfather and a kid fishing from the bank on a shoreline I was fishing down. I asked the Dad if he minded if I gave the kid some baits. He said sure so I trolled up and pitched a few bags of plastics and some handbaits to him ad told him to have a great day catching.


I spun the boat around to head out and my trolling motor hit a rock and wrecked my trolling motor ending my day.

I think it's reverse Karma. No good deed goes unpunished. That one has bitten me many times in my life.
I don't understand it, but in the grand scheme there's bound to be be a reason for it.

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I now live 20 mins from Bois 'D Arc Creek and 30 mins from Ralph Hall (when it fills)

My Dad told me this story about my uncle (Dad’s brother). Uncle Garland was fairly well known as a badass around south Louisiana as a prior Navy boxer, crawfisherman, construction worker who always helped others even though he was fairly poor family man with 4 kids. He was also known as a poacher who fed his family on whatever game he could find in the Atchafalya basin swamps, even out of season. And, of course, who could afford a hunting license! One day, Uncle Garland had a dead deer in his John boat when the game wardens started chasing him. He went into a wide open area with a lot of stumps and started zig-zagging (before boat lanes were named) while the wardens tried to cut him off. Game wardens hit a stump and motor died. My uncle circled them until they promised not to arrest him. He towed them back to the ramp, became friends and they never bothered him again.

Many years ago, at Squaw Creek, I approached the loading dock
and there was a boat sitting along the dock. The other fisherman was
sitting down and holding onto the dock. He asked if I could give him a hand.
He said he was stuck. Apparently, there was a deep diving crankbait on
the seat, when he sat down. It was imbedded in his seat and backside.
I got some sidecutters and cut the hook. I walked up to the top parking
area to get his truck and loaded his boat on the trailer for him.
He headed to the Granbury hospital, leaning on one cheek, for hook removal.
After that, I am very cautious where I put lures.