Hussy

You know when you go have a summer as hot as hell piss in Louisiana because you only have one day of spring that you can remember. I cannot remember it being this hot though, this morning I woke up and I could see the steam coming up from the grass, I mean it was really steam. I was going to go and dig me some worms so is I could go catch me some of those big gagalies down at the bayou. When I stepped on the grass, it seemed like I was stepin in a tub of hot water. I could not even feel cool under them big old trees in my yard. My bait bed was pretty full though got me some nice fat red worms to fish with. I slowly walked to my favorite spot under my big old willow tree, you know, creepin like a cat, so I would not scare any fish away. Those fish must have been waitin for me. Soon as my line hit the water one of them big old stomp knockers hit so hard he knocked my cork off and kept on going, but that sucker had a fight on his had cuz he just met Ms. Lula Mae Carson, best damn baker, and best cook in all of Friendly, La.

I had to stand up and lean back to bring him in though. It was a good fight he was one of those black humped back gagalies oooooh child he gave me a thrill, and he go taste some good in my corn meal and flour mixture when I drop him in some hot hog lard. Yes indeed, Ms Lula Mae go treat this big black hump back gagalie right. No soon as I got him off the line and dropped me another line in the water another big sucker hit it, oooooooo weeeeeeeeee, na cher. I was fightin and tuggin with it, then my skills kicked and I snatched that hook to the corner of his mouth brought it in. Baby it was one of the prettiest slabs you ever wanted to see. One of those black speckled sacalays, this must be my morning, my blood rushing. I reached down and tied my dress up around my waist then, cause I knew it was go be one of those morning. The honey hole was sweet and plentiful, ready to bless my soul yielding her goods right onto my hook. Nay I usually catches me two or three big fish and some of them little brim and that be enough , but Lula Mae was feelin right good so good I had forgot about the heat and the time of day, cause I took me a big swig of my homemade and settled in. Then I remembers what my grandma use to say, she say “Gull if you start off catchin them big fish and they is a hittin back to back that means some big money is comin, keep on fishing.” Well this was just wishful thinking for me cause I aint seen no big money and I don’t know where or how any thing called big money go come to me. Unless some old white person die round here and leave Ms. Lula Mae rich ( ha na that is funny a white leaving money to a colored). When my line hit the water this time I saw the back of this big old cypress trout, but what that big fish did not know is Ms. Lula always fixed her line up to be able to handle one like him or one of them big old gar fish. But this fish wanted to fight and I wanted to make me some mighty fine fish croquettes so we was going at it. When I looked up I was in that bayou but I got my hands on him and fought with him right to the bank. Yall know I had to straddle that big bastard, did I say big bastard aint fittin for a Christian woman like myself to cuss but this big bastard made me get my dress wet, and I am gonna be thankin about that when I scale him and gut him to. Yall know what catching this big old cypress trout remind me of.