Thread by @BethMooreLPM

Mornin! This is in reference to a thread I posted last night about lifelong friends. Keith can tell a story like nobody else. You’ll never hear it because he only does it in very small company. He had us in his palm last night about a time he was saltwater wade fishing & caught a

(I had you there, didn’t I?) big speckled trout on a lure & it ran straight toward him & hooked on his calf. Y’all, let me say that again. A wildly wiggling fish hooked to the meat of his leg. He had to make his way to his boat, get out his pliers(!!) & try to break off the barb.

We were all hollering at the table for him to stop telling us. Of course, he didn’t. We didn’t want him to anyway. We just wanted to yell about it. Then he said, “The pliers were so bad, I could’ve done it better with my teeth.” He went to great lengths to describe what he had

to do to finally get unhooked. Said he was so faint he had to lay down on the boat to try to collect himself. Then he said he ate a peanut butter and jelly sandwich he brought along and drank some orange juice and thought about how big that speckled trout was. And how many more

might be out there. And he jumped right back in that water and fished the rest of the day. That’s my man.

I wish y’all knew him. Well, I don’t really. He’s not the twitter sort and would go after somebody with his pliers. And he’s ornery as heck. But he’s mine. And I love him.