Nathan worked a rotating shift schedule and he was off a few days during the weekdays quite often. He always dreamed of catching the big one and so he decided to get him some used fishing equipment. With practically everyone else at work, he had pretty much free rein at the nearby freshwater lakes and ponds.
Turtle pond was his first choice. His wife had purchased a pair of hip boots which Nathan used for a few weeks. To his chagrin, the boots started to leak. He moved his location the next day to the other side of the pond and, with jitterbug at the end of his line, he was catching many large-mouth bass in the evening hours.
Nathan showered after his 3-11 shift ended and felt some discomfort on his chest. After close inspection, he observed a tick partially embedded in his skin. He was able to grab it and save the specimen. He was relieved to find out that the tick didn’t carry the Lyme Disease after a visit to the doctor.
After this incident, Nathan decided that he needed to get some kind of boat. He knew darn well that there were no ticks out on the lake. Besides this, his friend taught him how to troll with herring using extra sharp hooks. It just so happened that a Hungarian guy at work gave Nathan this lightweight boat that was unused in his back yard. It was made of styrofoam, complete with rudder and keel. Nathan was grateful for this free gift since he himself could not afford a real fishing boat.
At five o’clock the next morning, Nathan set out for the maiden voyage after buying a single paddle along with the necessary safety whistle and life preserver. It was a sight to behold. Nathan forgot to attach the rudder and the small vessel just sort of vacillated as he paddled, getting hardly nowhere on the lake. Finally a breeze kicked in and caused the craft to actually get somewhere.
Using worms on his hook this time, Nathan threw out his line and sat there for a bit taking in the nice scenery about him. A bit later Nathan leaned over to look down into the lake and the boat tipped; he fell in. Nathan forgot to bring the keel. Soaked through and through, Nathan was exasperated and slowly made his way back to the shore, laboriously of course. Good thing for the paddle.
About a week later, Nathan came up with a new idea for propulsion on the boat. He obtained a propeller from the local marina and attached it to the weed-whacker assembly. It fit perfect. The handle and grip acted as a clamp to mount it to the back of the boat. Well, since there was no reduction gearbox, it wouldn’t spin in the water when started. Nathan brought the propeller down to the plant and grinded down the blades to almost nothing; just a little left so it would not cause such resistance in the water.
The day came to try out Nathan’s new ingenuity. He got the weed-whacker motor a runnin’ and, to his surprise, the styrofoam craft started moving, although very slowly. The two-stroke engine soon shut down due to overheating. After cooling off it started right up. Soon enough Nathan saw a boat coming toward him at a fast pace. It was the lake patrol. Nathan and his boat capsized with the strong wake.
“You know I just don’t know, you know,” said Nathan at the police station. The police asked him why he had an unregistered boat out on the lake. “I just can’t figure it out, you know, just don’t know why my invention didn’t work right,” said Nathan.
Since the police knew Nathan was the poorest soul around, the department decided to offer Nathan a nice used aluminum boat; electric motor included. Nathan accepted the offer and went fishing the very next day. Nearing the dam at the upper Monksville reservoir, a strong wind violently blew the boat and Nathan over the dam. He survived. Nathan decided to save his money to buy a wind surfer. He never fished again.