by Jimbo Roberts » March 17th, 2016, 3:52 pm
Poor Dudley.....
Back in the 80's I had a friend who I regularly bass fished with named Dudley. I always asked Dudley if he had his license when we went to fish Fayette County Lake because the wardens were always there. This smallish lake about 1000 acres was one of the first lakes in Texas with Florida Strain Bass. It was closed to fishing for about 3 years to build up the fish population. I had friends who fished with the wardens before it opened up and they told me of days of fishing with Buzz Baits around the shore line catching well over a 100 Bass...... all on Buzz Baits !!!!
When it opened it was a BIG DEAL! They only allowed about 120 boats on the lake, but about 500 would show up. They spent so much time turning the extras away, they decided to go to a reservation system, and when it opened that up, there were so many calls it shut down the local phone exchange. That made the national news too.
"Lake shuts down entire County phone system!"
Anyway we finally were able to go fish it. This one time we went fishing, I asked Dudley if he had his license as he was prone to getting it at the last moment. He said he couldn't find it and he thought it fell behind the refrigerator. I knew he had bought one because I'd seen it before. But he said what are the chances we'd get stopped and he wanted to fish anyway?
Sure enough the game warden came over to our boat during the day and Dudley said he had one but forgot it. The warden was nice, gave him his card and told him to send him a copy and all would be good. About 2 weeks later we went to Fayette again. I asked Dudley if he found his license, he said he still could not find it. I said we should go get one in case the warden happened to find us again. He said he wasn't buying another license and he would find it in his own good time and send the copy to the warden.
We had a bad start to the day. We fished out of a small john boat with a 9.9 horsepower outboard. When we arrived the wind was blowing and the lake choppy. As we motored out of the boat ramp cove, Dudley asked me to get in the front of the boat so it could plane out. I stood up in the boat taking steps over the bench seats in our shaky and rocking little boat. I had not stuffed the car keys all the way down in my pocket. We hit a wave nearly knocking me overboard. I caught myself on the gunnel but the keys fell overboard in about 25 feet of water. We had to turn around and go back to the boar ramp cove. This was before cell phones of course. I went to the front gate and they let me make a long distance call to my parents back in San Antonio. I told them what happened and asked them to drive the spare set of keys to us out at the lake. Sure they said but they couldn't get there before about 4pm.
So we went back out on the lake. We hadn't been fishing 15 minutes when we saw the game warden's boat headed straight for us at top speed. It was the same warden alright. He pulled up along side of us and unceremoniously asked Dudley in a very stern tone..... "Why haven't you me a copy of your license?"..... Dudley said he still could not find it. That warden could barely contain himself. He put Dudley in his boat, put him in handcuffs and said for me to follow him across the lake to the warden's shack, even though I had my license. I could tell there was no reasoning with him so I followed him to the far side of the lake though the chop in our little john boat getting soaked along the way. That warden, took him off the lake to the shack, wrote him a ticket, and was going to drive Dudley down to the County Courthouse right then and there. He came over to me and said I could pick Dudley up at the Courthouse about 5pm, but I was free to go.
So I fished out the day and did quite well catching many fish 3-5lbs on deep diving crankbaits. I quit fishing before 4pm so I could meet my parents when they arrived. They were a little late too. I told them what happened to Dudley and they thought it was hilarious, but gave me a couple hundred dollars extra in case I had to bail Dudley out. I don't think my Mom stopped laughing about it before they left for San Antonio. I put the little john boat back on top of my Mercury as we car topped it back then and drove into La Grange and the Courthouse.
Arriving at the city square and the Courthouse I could see one person sitting on the courthouse steps head in his hands from way off. It was Dudley of course. The warden had taken him before the Judge and they found him guilty of all sorts of violations which added up to well over $500 and this was back in the 80's!
I pulled up and Dudley stood up. I was ready to rib him, but I could tell he was in no mood for any joking around as he walked back to the car. I asked him what happened. All he said was he had 30 days to pay the fines or they were going to jail him. He didn't say another word on the hour and a half ride back to Austin.
Jimbo