Congrats to J - he was selected as our Fishing and Hunting story winner!
J sent me his fishing story last week, and I couldn't stop laughing as I read it. Stay tuned to the blog for another story or two, and we'll announce the winner tomorrow. Here's J's story:
I usually take a spring fishing vacation at the same lake each year. I hadn't made reservations at any resorts in the area, so I thought I'd take a chance at finding a place on the lake. They were all booked up, so I remembered seeing a sign stating apartment for rent by the week at the gas station - fast food place I'd stopped at on the way. The owner said he usually didn't rent this out by the week, but would until he got a permanent renter.
So he set me up in the apartment, and said if I had any issues I could just come into the gas station as he'd be there all night. Open 24 - 7 and on a busy northern Michigan highway, it was a far cry from the peaceful solitude of the lake I was used to. My fishing buddy hadn't come up yet and was going to show up within a day or two.That morning around 2 AM , I awoke with terrible heart burn and knew I had some antacids in the truck. I sleep in my underwear and half asleep made the bad decision of peeking out the door to see if there was any traffic.
Hell I thought, its almost as quiet as the lake, I can run out quick and grab 'em off the dashboard and be back in bed sleeping without blinking. When I reached the truck I heard the slam of the apartment door, and realized I'd locked the truck doors. Sprinted back to the apartment door to get my keys to find it also locked! It was one of those locks that turns from the inside but is always locked from the outside.
Panic struck, a car was now coming down the highway so I ducked down behind the truck to stay out of view. This gave me time to think of my next move which unfortunately was to go into the gas station and get the owner to let me into the room. So I waited until the coast was clear, and made a dash for the back entrance of the store. You can imagine the look on his face when I came in wearing nothing but a tank top and tighty whities. I was so worked up, I couldn't even think of a clever punch line which I would have normally used and said I got locked out! He quickly handed me a master key for all of the apartments and said he'd get it from me later. He wanted me out of there as much as I wanted to get back into the rental. Red faced I thanked him and with his jaw still dropped, I headed back to the room but not without fumbling with the key as a couple of cars went by.
When my fishing buddy showed up a day after, I made the mistake of telling him of my plight. I've never heard the end of this one to this day as 'ol diarrhea mouth told his girlfriend and all our friends, and is brought up at a lot of interactions. This is just one of the many good stories I have to share of fishing, kayaking etc. By the way, I have no picture to send, and lucky for you and the readers, who would want to see a picture of an old fart in his underwear!"