It was a hot day as usual in Bob, Louisiana. Hillbilly Bob was sitting on the broken rocking chair on his porch playing his old acoustic guitar. His dog, Rob, wobbled through the door and let out a big, lazy howl.
“Ya, I guess it’s time ta’ eat some’em,” Hillbilly Bob said. He led Rob into the kitchen. Then he grabbed two fish from the freezer and put them in a pan. He set the pan on the stove and sat down. Hillbilly Bob turned on his radio. Only one station would come in but as long as it was a country station, he was happy. Suddenly, an announcment came on. It was Bob Filla.
“Hello, Bob County! I have an offer you fishermen can’t refuse! Ya’ll know what the Big Willy is, don’t you? The biggest fish in these parts of Louisiana. Of course you do! I’m willing to pay one million dollars to who ever catches him and gives him to me so that I can put him on my wall,” Bob Filla said on his ad.
“Where does he get that kinda’ money?” Hillbilly Bob asked Rob. Rob just tilted his head and gave an I-don’t-know sounding moan.
“I’m rich off my T.V. show, you know, the one called ‘Bob Filla’s Shack Again.’ Well, anyway,go catch the big one, fishers!” boomed the radio.
“Yeehah!” yelled Hillbilly Bob, jumping all over the place. “I’ll be the who will catch the Big Willy! Then we’ll be rich, Rob, rich!” He was jumping and cheering all over the place until he caught sight of the stove. He looked at Rob.
“Maybe I should turn it on,” Hillbilly Bob stated. Rob let out a bark.
Hillbilly Bob went to the local Hunting N’ Fishing Shack that night.
“I need the best fishin’ pole you have,” Hillbilly Bob said with slight urgency.
“You always come to get the best pole,” said Bill, the owner of the Hunting N’ Fishing Shack. He was also Hillbilly Bob’s best friend and the one who gave Hillbilly Bob the nickname “H.B.”
“Yes, but I hard on the radio ‘bout some 42-inch AquaMan 5020.56 Double-Line Fish Master,”said Hillbilly Bob.
“Are you crazy? I don’t have any 42-inch AquaMan 5020.56 Double-Line Fish Master! But I have a friend that might be able to hook you up with one. Let me call him,” he picked up the phone and dialed a phone number. “Heh, man! What’s happenin’? I have a friend here at the store interested in a 42-inch AquaMan 5020.56 Double-Line Fish Master. Think you can help him out here? You can? Great! Thanks, man. Yeah, bye!”
“So does he have one?” Hillbilly Bob asked.
“Come by tomorrow. It’ll be here first thing in the morning,” Bill said, quite happily.
Bill saw Hillbilly Bob’s old truck pull into the drive and smiled with a grin that went from ear to ear.
“So, do you have ‘er?” Hillbilly Bob asked as soon as he walked through the door. Not saying anything, Bill bent down behind the counter. Hillbilly Bob tried to see what Bill was doing. Suddenly, Bill, still with the really weird grin, popped up from behind the counter with a fishing pole in his hand.
“There you are H.B. Isn’t she a beauty?” Bill stated joyfully.
“Wow. The 42-inch AquaMan 5020.56 Double-Line Fish Master,” Hillbilly Bob said, completely astonished.
“Oh, yeah! The pole comes with this Fishing Journal. Here,” Bill said, almost forgetting about it. After paying Bill for the pole, Hillbilly Bob took the pole, very happily.
“I’ll just get some dinner and then it’s off to da’ lake. Bye Bill,” Hillbilly Bob said as excited as a child on Christmas day, and he left.
Hillbilly Bob went to the lake and took everything out of his truck.He set up his tent with a little help from Rob. Although his house was just up the hill, Hillbilly Bob brought a tent, a doghouse (because he didn’t want to sleep with Rob), several blankets, enough food to last a week, a small wagon that Rob could pull for easier carryig, and of course, his 42-inch AquaMan 5020.56 Double-Line Fish Master.
After they were done, Hillbilly Bob and Rob walked up to the lake with the fishing pole and tackle box. Hillbilly Bob unfolded the two chairs and put the lure on his 42-inch AquaMan 5020.56 Double-Line Fish Master and cast the lines.
“Rob, you watch the pole. If something pulls it, wake me up,”Hillbilly Bob told Rob. Rob let out a questioning moan and tilted his head.
That night, Hillbilly Bob woke up seeing that the pole hadnt moved and Rob asleep on the sand. Rob got up and walked to the campfire. Hillbilly Bob reeled in the line and followed Rob with the fishing pole. There was ham and beans in a pan that was obviously cooked by Rob. While eating, Hillbilly Bob wrote in his journal:
Day 1: After settin’ up camp, I went fishin’. I ain’t caught anything yet. Even though Rob helped set up camp and cooked my supper, he’s still a stupid dog fer not stayin’ the pole. Good night. - H.B.
When Hillbilly Bob looked up, he saw Rob walk into the tent and zip it up. He walked over to it.
“Come on, Rob. Unzip this tent. You ‘posed ta sleep in the dog shack. That’s why I brought it, ya’ know. Get outta there,” argued Hillbilly Bob. Rob just let out a long moan and started snoring.
Day 7: It’s been a week of sleepin’ in th dog shack and no Big Willy. I sent Rob to town with wagon to get more food. Bye, now. -H.B.
Day 11: Rob came back with the food today and I’m starvin’. He got mad again when I complained about how long it took him to get back.What’s wrong with him? It wouldn’t hurt him to help out a little around here, ya’ know. Well, I guess that doesn’t matter because I think it’s another night in the dog shack. He zipped himself inside the tent all day and is still in there right now. I went fishin’ all day as usual and still no sign of da’ Big Willy.I’m sure my 42-inch AquaMan 5020.56 Double-Line Fish Master fishin’ pole works. See ya’. -H.B.
The next morning, a truck pulled into Hillbilly Bob’s drive so he walked up the hill to greet the visitor. Bill got out of his truck to wait for Hillbilly Bob to get up the hill. Rob ran up to Bill and started jumping all over him.
“Hey, Bill. Go away, you stupid dog,” Hillbilly Bob yelled,”So what made ya’ come so far up this way?”
“Oh, just wondering if that 42-inch AquaMan 5020.56 Double-Line Fish Master was givin’ you any luck,”said Bill.
“Haven’t caught anything,” Hillbilly Bob replied. Suddenly, Rob came running back up the hill practically yelping. “Somethin’ must a’ scared Rob pretty bad if he ran that fast… and yelping. Rob never yelps. That breed can’t yelp.”
“What could it be,” asked Bill. “Listen to the birds. Something is scaring them pretty bad, too.” All of the sudden, the three of them heard rushing water and waves and they looked at the lake. Up from the water jumped the biggest fish that any of them had ever seen. It was the Big Willy. It jumped up from the water and then dived right back in.
Hillbilly Bob and Bill looked at each other with their jaws dropped down to the ground and then looked back at the water.
“I didn’t know that the Big Willy was that big,” Bill stated.
“Bob Filla want’s ta’ hang that thing on his wall?” Hillbilly Bob asked, totally confused.
“He does have a pretty big shack,” Bill replied.
“Ooooohhhhh,” was all Hillbilly Bob could say.
Day 12: Bill came over ta’ visit taday. That’s when we saw da’ Big Willy. Now I know he’s there. I’m gonna get my ol’ fishin’ boat tomorra’. Rob’s still being a stupid dog. Gotta go. Want ta’ get the tent ‘fore Rob does. Ah, man! He already beat me! Did I mention that he’s a stupid dog? -H.B.
Hillbilly Bob was up early the next day looking for the Big Willy and he finally found him. Hillbilly Bob soon found out how fast the Big Willy was.
“Cast the lines out and hook ’em, Rob!” shouted Hillbilly Bob. Rob barked. He gave the 42-inch AquaMan 5020.56 Double-Line Fish Master a good swing and let out the lines. When the hooks were right in front of the Big Willy’s mouth, Rob started reeling in the lines as fast as he could. It was fast enough because it hooked the Big Willy nice and snug.
“Yaahoo!” Hillbilly Bob cheered. Rob barked happily with a smile on his muzzle. Then the Big Willy started pulling the boat.
“Gee, he’s a strong one,” Hillbilly Bob stated as his arms started to get tired. Then, without notice, the Big Willy made a nose dive into the water taking the boat down with him. Then the lines snapped and the boat flaoted to the surface of the lake.
Rob swam to the turned over boat and climbed onto it setting the 42-inch AquaMan 5020.56 Double-Line Fish Master down safely. Hillbilly Bob swam up to the boat.
“Ah, gees. We almost got ‘em, Rob,” complained Hillbilly Bob. Rob replied with a bark.
Day 13: Taday, we found da’ Big Willy. We had ‘em hooked and everythin’ but he broke the lines. We’re too cold and tired to eat tonight. But I bet a fencepost that we’ll have a big breakfast tomorra’. I don’t care is sleepin’ in the tent. He left the zipper partially unzipped so I’m sleepin’ in there tonight. -H.B.
Day 14: We found da’ Big Willy again today. But Rob, the stupid dog, barked at it because he was still wearing our hooks and he got mad. So we spent da’ whole day bein’ chased by a giant fish.That stupid dog! But I have a plan. Yeah, a plan that can’t fail. I’ll tell ya’ tomorra’. I’m in too much pain at da’ moment. -H.B.
Day 15: My plan is ta’ build “The Super Lures”. I’ll need two for my 42-inch AquaMan 5020.56 Double-Line Fish Master. I started this mornin’ and I’ll be workin’ on them for a while. -H.B.
Day 29: I just finished “The Super Lures” and they’re already on my 42-inch AquaMan 5020.56 Double-Line Fish Master fishin’ pole. I just can’t believe it took me two weeks. Oh, well. Ican’t wait ta’ use ‘em tomorra’. It’ll be fun. See ya’ then. Bye. -H.B. P.S. Rob isn’t really that stupid as much any more. Bye again.
Although he doesn’t know it at the moment, this happens to be Hillbilly Bob’s last day of his fishing trip and it’s a dark and rainy one. Hillbilly Bob and Rob took the boat to search for the Big Willy. It was hard to see on the lake and Hillbilly Bob started to think that he seould wait until tomorrow but he wasn’t going to give up that easily.
Rob casted out the lures snd they waited. After a long wait, the lines began to pull. Rob barked to get Hillbily Bob’s attention and Hillbilly Bob ran over to try to reel the Big Willy in. The Big Willy started pulling the boat. He was fast and the boat didn’t seem to slow him down too much. Hillbilly Bob bent down and closed his eyes from the wind from the speed and pounding rain. Suddenly, the boat lifted off the lake and when it came down it made a huge crash.
Hillbilly Bob woke up to Rob who was licking his face. He looked around. He was in his front yard at the bottom of the hill. He looked up the hill but instead of seeing his shack up there, he saw the Big Willy in it’s place.
Finally, the Big Willy was caught and sold to Bob Filla. Oh, and Hillbilly Bob and Rob was now a million dollars richer.
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