I’ll bet that title will get some views. 
It’s not FF, though it could work for FF too.
I’m still thinking of all you guys up north that aren’t getting to fish yet. I’m not getting to either, but that’s because of work not weather. I missed the thread the other day where some of you kindly wished me a Happy Birthday, and I wanted to tell you all thanks, and give you something that you might get to use one day. Because I’ve got a family fishing secret that is guaranteed to work, and I’m willing to tell.
I had a Great Uncle, who’s name I’ll not mention. He passed away when I was only 12, but if half of the stories I have heard about him are only half true, they’d dig him up just to put him in jail. So I won’t mention his name, though his initials are C-o-r-d-e-l-l 
Now Uncle Cordell wasn’t exactly what you’d call, a good role model. And he wasn’t exactly a good conservationist or a good steward of the land. But he loved to fish though if it had, “2 eyes and a #$& hole” it was a keeper. (that is an honest to goodness qoute too) But he had one honest to goodness family fishing secret that has been passed down for the last 20 odd years and it’ll work too.
This honestly happened. It happened on a lake, but it’ll work on a crowded trout stream just the same.
Seems Uncle Cordell and a really good family friend were out fishing one day. They had found the perfect secluded spot and were catching fish hand over fist. Then another boat seen they were catching fish and moved in on them. Then another. And then another.
I’m sure we’ve all had it to happen. Well, maybe some of you have, I don’t never catch nothing. (I’m trying to use my “more better english” here) But as soon as you start to catch a few, some others start crowding in.
Well with Uncle Cordell and our friend it got bad enough one of the other fisherman in one of the other boats actually cast across one of their lines. Now let’s face it folks, that is ridiculously close, but we’ve all seen people that will do just such a stunt.
Well, here’s the Family Secret. This is how you get rid of them.
Uncle Cordell loved to drink a RC Cola. Which for those of you that may not know, is like a Coca Cola or a Pepsi. He immediately took hold of his cap and tilted it side ways and began to talk long and loud. Occasionally he’d take a drink of his RC and then he’d talk LOUDER. And needless to say, he wasn’t talking in Sunday School Language. He began to swear and curse and he’d drink another drink of RC.
The friend is still living and doing well. And he will still say today, that “Cordell was the only man I ever seen get drunk on RC Cola!” and laugh the whole time.
Now Uncle Cordell wasn’t exactly a saint. And in the 12 years I knew him I can honestly say I never knew him to go anywhere with out a pistol. I suppose he was afraid he’d run into someone like hisself. But anyway, the “drunk” finally started shooting into the air.
They said those other boats scattered like a sack full of feathers in a whirl wind.
The moral of the story is, if you are ever fishing in Middle TN and some “drunk” starts yelling and shooting into the air. You just might, I mean you just might, know who it is. LOL.
hNt
PS God as my witness, that is a true story. I hope you enjoyed it.