Last night, pool 2. Quiet, slight breeze very little boat traffic. Anchored up on the tip of a wing dam. One of those wing dams that runs way out into the channel and topped off with a green can. Me and the dog in the jon boat. Nice relaxing evening with a fish coming to the boat about every 20 minutes or so.
I could see it coming up river from quite a distance. A 35-40 footer. Tuna boat that is. We all know the kind. Pushing about 15 mph and tossing up a wake you could surf on. So, I’m mentally preparing for the inevitable wake. Sometimes spooky in a 14 footer anchored up. Life jacket in close reach – check. Beverage in cup holder – check. Should be good to go and make another cast. Then it happened!
The tuna boat pulled off the throttle a good 50 yards down stream. What? Turning around? Something fell overboard? My dog looks that good??? The boat continued upstream at a no wake speed and passed me. I give a tip of the hat as they go by and get a nod in return. The boat travels another respectable 50 yards past me leaving only a slight ripple then throttles up and disappears around the next turn in the river. Wow, did that really happen? Indeed it did! First time for everything I guess. Or when you think you have seen it all……
-J.