My personal worst happened when I was six years old, and I still remember it like yesterday. Me dad and his buddy hit Mermentau for some sacalait and we were tearing them up when I hooked into a half submerged tree. Dad trolls over to get it out and bumps into a limb, and suddenly we hear what sounded like a squadron of apache helicopters taking off. A couple nests of the biggest baddest red wasp lit into us like a machine gun. Dad tries to troll away but had kicked the plug in the panic. Fearing that I couldn't swim he started doing his best to keep them off of me, needless to say I haven't been beaten like that since then. Meanwhile Mr don in the back of the boat is soldiering it out while one of the sons of guns is drilling into his ear. He tried to slap it away and knocked his bifocals into the river. When they finally left us be, we all looked like we had a bad case of chicken pox. Broke up some cigarettes, doctored the wounds, and got back after the fish.
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