“Hey Glad-ass” Hiram called as she got out of the Datsun pick-up. “Hey, Hi. Where do you want me to set up?”She asked as she unloaded her tent and cooler while Tadpole grabbed the fishing poles and tackle box. The kids all ran around the camp site while the adults set up camp. Gladys popped up pup tent up in no time flat, laid out sleeping bags and hung their gear from a nearby tree. The kids gathered wood for the fire they would have later in the evening and there was talk of Some mores.
Once camp had been set-up they gathered their fishing gear and headed to the pier better known as LZ Bluebird. Did I mention this was on a military base? Did I also mention that an LZ is a landing zone as in amphibious vehicles land there as well as helicopters and boats and all sorts of big scary looking military equipment? The LZ was not being used by any ginormous menacing military machines; instead it was quiet and serene.
Sufficiently schooled Gladys went back to her position on the pier anxious to try her new found intelligence. She planted her feet in the dirt and whipped the pole behind her and brought it forward flipping the bale and allowing the line to flow out. She watched has her brightly colored jig flew through the air. It sailed glistening in the morning sun out into the blueness of the sky landing right in the middle of Hiram’s back. Gladys was looking into the water to see where it had landed when she heard the cry “GEEZUS CHRIST ON A POGO STICK! What jist bit me?” She looked at Hiram horrified to see her jig protruding from the middle of his bare back. She laid the pole down and ran to help her wounded brother-in-law. He was walking in circles hands trying to reach the offending hook. This was all done to the background music of his wife, Bucky, laughing and snorting. She had fallen to the ground in peels of laughter.
Gladys was finally able to corral her catch and with the aide of needle nose pliers pull the hook from his back. She apologized while she swabbed it with alcohol. She consoled while she slathered it with Neosporin and she swore she would do better when she buttoned it up with a Band Aide. Hiram cussed under his breath and told her just to go try it again but cast in a different direction.
Gladys went back to her place on the pier and once again tried her new craft. She whipped the pole back flipped the bale and held her breath as she let it fly. It flew beautifully. It was a perfect cast. Hiram watched with awe and wonder as the jig sailed through the air. Bucky sighed with admiration as she watched it descend into the water. Gladys wobbled trying to catch her balance and she watched the pole follow the jig into the greenish blue of the ocean. She tried to grab it. She reached out for it. She grabbed air and nothingness but not the rod. She bent low as she turned trying to grab it as it fell further and further towards the water. She turned and looked at Hiram whose eyes were the size of saucers. He had a look of terror and panic. He was screaming something at Gladys but she couldn’t quite make out the words. She was having a hard time seeing Hiram. Then it dawned on her. She couldn’t see him because she too was falling, falling from the pier into the water chasing the rod and reel. The last thing she saw before she was swallowed up was Hiram leaning off the pier with a smirk on his face.