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Fishin For Hippies
I was down at Black Swamp Lake the other day catching some sunfish for my grandpa. The tupelo trees that grow from the water make it black as coal. I'm sure there's a good reason for it, though I've never took the time to figure out why.
So there I was, sittin' on a log, jiggin' a worm between the trunks of two big ole tupelo trees, and I just start laughin'. I realized the trees looked like a pair of legs standin' in the water. What's more, the fella' they belonged to was wearin' a pair of bell bottoms. If you've ever been in a tupelo grove you'll know what I mean.
I was pullin' sunfish out from between a hippie's legs. I reckon I found it ironic in the silliest way possible, because if there's one fish here that would remind you of a hippie, it'd be a sunfish. Of course, I'd never laugh about such a thing in front of respectable folks because there's also the sexual side of the irony. I had to wonder if there was ever a hippie gal who fondly referred to her man's business as ... my little sunfish.
I'm gonna bring my wife down there next time and see if she has better luck. I only caught five.