Don't Turn Your Back on Uncle Jon

Last week, Uncle Jon took me to one of histakes someone with strength and the right
favorite East Texas fishing spots. It's a beautifulamount of leverage to keep it upright. Well, at this
small lake near Hawkins, Texas. We've been therepoint, Jon had neither. You know what happened
before and I expected nothing out of thenext. I started tilting to the right. The mass was
ordinary.moving. I saw Jon tighten his grip but he had no
As usual, we took the kayaks as this is a perfectleverage. I saw his eyes start to bulge. I kept
kayaking lake. After we arrived, we unloaded thetilting to the right. At this point, I didn't think this
boats and gear. We rigged up and placed all of ourscenario was going to end pleasantly. Jon was
stuff in the kayaks. Jon had a good idea... or so hestruggling. I was rooting for him. Within that split
thought. Being a great host, he was concernedsecond, I was thinking, "come Jon, hold on."
with my well being... or so I thought. You know...You know, it's a strange feeling when you reach
big ol' boys like me have a tough time sitting onthe point to where you know you're going in. It's
something that's only 6 inches off the ground. Ialmost like slow motion. You think things like; I
mean... to maintain any dignity at all during thathope the water is not too cold, I hope it's not too
process is no easy chore. Anyway, the rear halfdeep and I hope my insurance is paid up. Well, I
of my kayak was in the water while the fronthit the water and immediately submerged. Of
rested on the bank. Jon told me to go ahead andcourse, the kayak immediately popped right back
get in the boat and he would push the kayak outupright as Jon released his grip. I grabbed firm
into the water. Well... it sounded like a good idea atfooting and proceeded to stand up in the belly
the time. So, without getting wet, I climbed intobutton deep water. The bottom had a slick and
the boat. I positioned myself in the seat and gotsteep incline at this point and I slipped and was
as comfortable as I could. Jon asked, "Youagain submerged. Eventually, in what seemed like
ready?" I said, "Yep... let's go."an awful long time and a good bit of thrashing, I
Jon grabbed the nose of the kayak, slightly liftedstood up and walked slowly out of the water. My
it, and began to push it backwards out into thefly line and leader were tangled all about my feet.
lake. You have to remember here... I'm a prettyAll dignity was lost.
big ol' boy. My weight, and Jon's lifting of theJon apologized and was probably sincere. I'm sure
kayak's nose, caused the bottom of the boat atyou know that look on someone's face when
the rear to contact the lake's bottom. OK...they need to laugh out load but are doing their
remember when you were kid and someone tolddead level best to look serious. That was Jon. We
you to push that wheelbarrow with a load of weteventually reloaded the boat and approached the
cement? Ok... picture that in your mind. Andlaunch at a totally different angle. I had a good
picture this... Jon was holding the nose of theday of fishing. My mind often wandered back that
kayak (the wheelbarrow handles)... the back endmoment as the water dripped off the brim of my
was resting on the bottom (the wheelbarrowhat. I couldn't help but wonder why Uncle Jon did
tire)... and I was the load of cement teetering atthat to me. Did he want to catch the first fish?
the mercy of Jon's grip and the fish gods. YouHeck, all he had to do was say so. I would have
know... it doesn't take very much tilt to causegladly watched from the bank.
that full wheelbarrow to start to turn over... and it