Well this just makes me wanna barf

Here is a nice article that was posted in the San Marcos Daily record today. It talks about fun times trying to hook a family's pet cat with a fishing lure. They were upset that they might lose their lure once they hooked the cat so they wrestled with it, held it down with their boot and then fled the scene when the owners came to rescue their pet. The author is a minister at a church!!!!!!!!!

They pulled the article after many complaints including myself. I was very pissed.

August 11, 2011
Memories with life-long friends are to be cherished
By Jim DarnellColumnistHYPERLINK "http://www.sanmarcosrecord.com"
San Marcos — Last week I fished coastal flats with my old friend, Mike Mosel. Mike and I met in the late 1970’s. Although very different in temperament, a great friendship was born. Through the years we have both moved to different cities and even out of state but we always managed to reconnect.

As we waded along the Aransas Channel dragging our kayaks, memories of some of our adventures together began to flood my mind. Lots of hunting and fishing memories. Even the terrifying memory of almost sinking our boat in a great storm on Corpus Christi Bay. But one outlandish event was foremost in my walk down Mosel memory lane.

The year was somewhere near 1980. Mike and I were fishing a bass tournament on Lake McQueeny near Seguin.

As you know, Lake McQueeny is not a wilderness lake. Beautiful houses built on manicured waterfront lots surround it. People casually enjoying a meal at their kitchen table can easily observe fishermen on the little lake. The fisherman has no privacy on that lake. This prelude is important to our story.

Mike and I had thrown topwaters, plastic worms, jigs, spinnerbaits, spoons and crankbaits all morning long with little success. It was just one of those days. We had fished lily pads and stumps most of the morning and now had switched to the primary structure in Lake McQueeny-boat docks.

Boat docks make great bass cover. Most waterfront landowners put brush under their docks to attract crappie and bluegills. Bass love to wait in the shade of a dock to ambush an unsuspecting perch or minnow.

By now it was about two o’clock in the afternoon and we were both bored and tired. As we approached what seemed like our 1,640th dock I noticed a cat sleeping soundly on the platform.

“Think that cat would bite a bass lure?” I asked Mike without thinking.

Before he could answer, I backhanded a short cast on top of the dock. The big single-hook, silver minnow spoon with a pork frog trailer bounced noisily on the plywood. To my amazement and fast as a lightning strike, that cat pounced on the big spoon. I jerked the rod trying to get the lure away from the feline and only succeeded in sinking the hook into the cat’s paw.

What a fight! Not a bass. Not a catfish. Just a mad cat!

What do I do now? I didn’t want to cut the line and donate my good spoon to that cat, so I leaped to the dock and began to wrestle that cat for my lure.

Bad Idea.

The spoon wasn’t worth it. Scratching, clawing, loud meowing, not to mention what was coming out of my mouth.

While this wild melee was taking place, the lady of the house looked out of her living room window only to see a stranger on her dock with his foot on her cat. Talk about a mad lady! She came running down that grassy slope screaming, “What are you doing to my cat?”

Finally, as the hook popped from the cat’s paw, I shouted to Mike, “Crank the engine! We have to get out of here!”

As I jumped into the boat Mike was laughing so hard he could barely start the engine. We sped away, narrowly missing the wrath of that lady.

Memories of adventures, even stupid or thoughtless ones, with good friends are priceless.

Jim Darnell is an ordained minister and host/producer of the syndicated television show, ‘God’s Great Outdoors.’ His column appears every Thursday in the Daily Record.