Robert J Samples Loc: Round Rock, Texas

My father-in-law, Ike, and his partner Turby belonged to a private club lake just inside of Oklahoma, across the Red River from Texas. This small lake was stocked with black bass and during the 1950’s was loaded with so many small black bass you would catch one every cast, in fact they would fight over the one who got the lure first.
As a joke, when salesmen or such, called on Bomber Bait Company, the partners would offer to take them fishing. On the way to this lake, the conversation would be about the fish in this private club's lake. This would often lead to a wager of $1.00 for every time the guest did not catch a bass and a $1.00, he would have to pay the partners when he did catch a bass. Obviously, the partners knew the lake was teeming with bass and who were in competition to bite the lure.
Only after the guest had caught 10 or 12 bass in a row did the partners relent and not hold them to the wager. There was seldom a time when any opportunity presented itself that Turbeville did not have a gag, or joke he was waiting to spring on unsuspecting visitors.
Elsewhere I have posted a story where Turbeville would take an innocent salesman to a lake and convince him it was full of alligators and then just around dusk, would stand up in the john boat and pretend to be doing so just to make a long cast. He would rock the boat and scare the visitor to death. He had told his guest that some of the tree stumps on the edge of the lake were alligators and had him begging to beach the boat. I have seen him put a obnoxious green and blood red plastic worm in his nostrol when the guest wasn't looking, the pretend to sneeze and ask his guest for his handkerchief! Just Sayin…RJS

1Oldboat42 Loc: Kearney, Nebraska

Sounds like an onrey individual I would have enjoyed hanging out with. A person doesn't have to take life seriously all the time. As it is said, Laughter is good medicine. Even if the joke is on you.

Mauwehu Loc: Norwalk Ct

I love this guy! You gotta have more on this guy. My father in law was a joker. He cut the tip of his finger off in the navy. When I first showed up on the scene he would challenge me to put my pinky as far into my ear as he did.
Once when invited to speak at a dinner at a distant firehouse he stood at the front speaking in an Italian accent. (Which he didn’t really have) About five minutes in he stopped and pointed at the only man he knew there and said “thatta man over tere is makin fun a my accent!” The place fell into a deep silence until his friend stood up and said “ cmon Ray you don’t really speak with that accent!” The whole place laughed in relief.
miss that guy!

Dan Singletary Loc: Keller, TX

Quite the pranksters, that's how me and my buddies are when we get together on a fishing trip.

Also next time I'm in Gainesville, (about 1 hour away) I'm gonna stop at the old Bomber building on Lindsay St. and take a pic.