05/31/07 Fishing for cows

When you go fishing you never know how the day will turn out. I'm Jeff Keane; I'll be back in one minute with the story. My friend, Fast Eddy and his buddy, Seth were having a peaceful, lazy day fishing on the river when things got a little active. Now I always figured knowing what bait to use, how deep to fish, and when to flip the pole to set the hook took way too much brain power and energy to be considered peaceful and restful, but Eddy likes it so that good. A cow roundup was in progress on the east bank of the river when two herd quitters pulled a Butch and Sundance, bailed in the river and swam for it rather than be corralled. Fast Eddy and Seth were floating down river and so intent on fishing they didn't see the two cows swimming toward the far bank, but they did hear and see one of the cows gatherers yelling at them and waving his arms. When Eddy pulled closed to the bank he recognized the cowboy and agreed to haul him to the other side to start the cows back across the river. The cows "beached" in some large boulders and were staying right there so it was pretty easy to get them back in the water and headed for the east bank. Only problem was getting the cowboy back in the boat. He had got out easy enough, but the current and large rocks made getting back in a little too touchy for a dry-land lad. In the meantime, the cows had swam two-thirds of the way across the river and decided to make another break for it. There was nothing Eddy could do but abandon the cowboy and try to turn the cows back toward the east back of the river. What happened next will have to be tomorrow's story. I'm Jeff Keane.