Those who know me best know that I don't mess around when it comes to fishing. I go every chance - rain, shine, windy, or calm - simply because we don't fish as much as we'd like! This one particular Tuesday my husband, Stan, had the day off and our daughter had school. It was a perfect opportunity to go fishing with just one child! I agreed to take our son on my boat so Stan could enjoy himself... totally keeping a tally of when I do sweet things like that. Anyway, we had limited time. After dropping Hannah off at school we had three hours to get to the landing, unload, fish, load up, and be back at school to get her. We dropped her off and headed straight for a salt pond where we have always had good luck.
We arrived at the landing and started the unloading process. Well, all the excitement to get on the water and scurrying around made me realize how badly I needed to go to the bathroom. After contemplating whether I could suffer through it, I decided I wasn't willing to fish until I went. Problem was, tick tock tick tock went the clock! We had a timeline, people! Stan suggested driving up the road to a McDonalds, but I thought, No way - that'd take too much time.” I went over to a little building at the landing and the doors were locked. Just my luck! But wait, I had moved the kids’ potty from my car to Stan's just before we left the house. Hmmmmmm.
Yup, the decision was made. I was going to use the kids’ potty. Stan thought I was crazy, and that there was no way I could do it. Well, don't ever challenge me; he should have known better.
I crawled in the second row of his truck and wedged myself between the front and back seats with the potty on the floor. You don't need all the details, but let's say it was mighty challenging and my knees were touching my nose. As I mentioned earlier, one of my must-haves with the kids was wipes! So we had no problems there - whewww.
I finished and hopped out of the truck and Stan was just laughing at me. No time wasted, I put Tide on my Hobie “Revo” and we rolled out.
Fishing itself was epic for me! I caught the biggest fish off my kayak, a 40lb. black drum, along with ten trout and a small grouper. This day couldn't have gotten any better for me.
Stan, on the other hand, was not having as much luck. He caught a few trout. I could tell he was getting pissed off. Then, he got a phone call from a local reporter doing a story for Veterans Day. They wanted to know if he was available for an interview. I casted near a dock and BAM! A 2 ½’ tarpon leapt out of the water once, and then again, and my fluorocarbon just snapped. That was the final straw for Stan. His words, "Damnit! You stay here and fish, I'm going to do something I am good at... I'm gonna go be on TV!". He paddled off, and I couldn't help but laugh.
I watched him doing his interview at the bottom of the landing, and after the reporter left I paddled in with Tide. Stan went to move the truck down so we could load up the boats. I gathered the rods and paddles and put them to the side. Then I just happened to glance over at Stan as he opened his car door. It looked like someone had been waiting in his truck and smacked him in the face with a 2x4! His head snapped back and he nearly stumbled over, making horrible vomiting sounds! Oh, no, the poop! I was so excited about completing my challenge earlier in the morning and was so excited to get on the water, I never emptied the potty out in the trash! It had been incubating in his truck for over two hours! He got in his car and was driving with his head out the window, dry heaving, gagging, making more awful sounds. It was hilarious! After nearly wetting my pants from laughing so hard, I did have the task of getting the potty cleaned up before we left. “Wife of the Year” award goes right here!
So, I wonder; is the kids’ potty my lucky fishing charm? I mean, I always have it in the car. Maybe this needs to become part of the ritual before heading out to fish. I anticipate child potties are going to start flying off the shelves from all you anglers reading this article. Maybe not, but one thing is for sure... kids potties aren't just for kids anymore.