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The Pro Bass Circuit will never be the same after Mark blows the lid off this caper…
Out of nowhere comes a device that would suggest that we are actually operating in the current year, or at least the recent past! A laptop!! A memory card from a Camera! I guess the camera doesn’t have one of those fancy “view-screens…” But no matter.
I think that’s hilarious… the ennui exhibited-** ho-hum** “Bass Boats, fisherman, the usual stuff” **yawn** But Wait! There’s more! Oh the heart races. Do you suppose we will get to the punch line by Saturday?
Elrod HAS to be writing this with people like me in mind… “Let’s see, how moronic can I make Trail look?” “Camera… Camera… CAMERA! WAIT! It holds PICTURES, maybe even CLUES!” And to suggest that “Rusty being taken by force” is some new, novel plot twist is quite a stretch even in itself. As previously discussed, Rusty is a consummate kidnapping victim. Almost like he enjoys being bound, gagged and taken away “by force.”
But is there now a chance that Mark might be able to unleash his Fists of Justice? His Roundhouse of Rightousness? His Right-hook of Retribution? We can only wait and see!
Sadly, Rod is probably spot-on… The specific gravity and density of Mark’s Pre-frontal cortex* suggests that it will be at least a week’s worth of strips before he might link Rusty’s disappearance to Messrs. Bassy and Catfish… But with the spotted salamanders on high alert, someone (maybe even Trail) will link the restlessness of this bellwether species to a great unhinging of the natural order of things… and suggest to him that his young charge is being taken against his will…
* This brain region has been implicated in planning complex cognitive behavior, personality expression, decision making and moderating social behavior. The basic activity of this brain region is considered to be orchestration of thoughts and actions in accordance with internal goals. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Prefrontal_cortex
Here it is in color!! “That’s PINK Spotted Salamander to you, Fella!”
The kid saw everything… but does he have the mental acuity to connect all the dots? That’s the question… but oh, what to do? I don’t think there’s felony charge for “cheating at a bass fishing tournament,” but I am pretty sure that Bassy and Catfish just punched their ticket to the land of big time hood-dom, adding kidnapping to their repertoire… Nice going, Catfish… we could have headed south and lived out our days in mexico, in shame, but now we are wanted felons…
But come to think of it, I don’t think I have ever recalled any baddie getting the kidnapping rap…
What will possibly next? And you only THINK Rusty would never “go running off without telling me…” I mean really, Mark? he does it all the time! And where are you and are you paying attention to his needs? I think not…
It’s a damn good thing that Mr Catfish, along with doing a piss-poor job of securing the details of his illegal fish tournament caper, seems to have been to too great a hurry to notice that A CAMERA went THUD! on the ground… Now all mark has to do is go through the pictures on the memory card… Mark, you DO know how to do that, don’t you?
Hmmm… where’s Rusty? Not in the car? What’s the rule again? 15 minutes and I get to leave without a shred of guilt? But what will Cherry say? Oh, that’s right, he’s not really hers anyway… Damn, she might demand that we engage in baby-making activities… Shit I better go find him.
I was really looking forward to meeting some of the other fisher-people… but I guess that was not to be. That would have required Elrod and Co. to come up with a slew of other implausible names like “Musky McPike” and “Sally Sturgeon…” I mean, c’mon it’s not THAT hard, right?
Rusty’s been “kidnapped?” Amazing, really. Most sentient beings can learn from their past mistakes, but apparently this one can’t… “Oh, I will just go nosing about in someone else’s stuff/ business, then act terribly surprised when I get grabbed, tied up and driven off…”
What choice do they have but to kill him? I mean, Rusty KNOWS now what the “secret is…” as if this plot inflection wasn’t telegraphed a few weeks ago. One should wonder, though, why Rod Bassy, Inc. didn’t invest in a cargo van with NO windows and spend a little money on the interior to hide the “tools of their trade…” so as to not signal defensiveness when people come around wanting to “see what’s inside…”
Imagine the shock and horror of being found out! Well, that didn’t take very long!! Such a sad face on poor Rusty! It’s the fish-bait knife for you, Nosey Parker! A lesson well worth learning, since Rusty’s notion of private and personal boundaries has always been a bit retarded… Oops, can I use that word? OK, “Challenged…”
At the risk of feeling way too proud of myself, I believe I may have “called” this plot out a few weeks back… and I am generally one that doesn’t need to do so… happy to let things unfold before me…
…but upon closer inspection, it appears that there may be water spilling out from under the bench seat- could they be growing and stocking trophy size bass in his van? That seems a little far-fetched given the elaborate set-up that would require. Oh Silly Mr Catfish… so careless. Maybe he wants to get caught so that he can give up this awful life that he has become wedded to…
But what danger has Rusty walked into? Quick, Lad, get your pictures and be gone!!!
Why is it that karmic forces always bestow upon this lad the unlocked door that really should be locked??? Usually it’s a cabin in the woods being used as a bad-guy hide-out, but in this case it’s a gaudy conversion van owned by none other than our primary suspect, which will no doubt now reveal its deep, dark secrets of “success.” But, really, who taught this boy any manners? A notion of boundaries? Of private property rights? Where is that small, still voice that should be saying, “Gosh, Rusty, you really haven’t any business nosing around in other people’s stuff…” But no, the passion he exhibits and where he allows his natural curiosity to take him is, at last, what will drive this tedious plot line forward… Thank you, Rusty.
And we get a double dose of wildlife as a bonus- one avian and one mammal. But what do you suppose is going on in the van? How could Mr. Catfish have been so careless? Oh the mind races with possibilities, some of them downright icky… let’s hope for something that’s not cringe-worthy…
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