Billy Bob, Joe Bob and Robert (everyone just called them “the Bobs”) decided to go camping and fishing at the coast. This being their first trip to the ocean, they were extremely excited at the prospects of catching some really big fish.
The sign at the beach noted that camping was allowed, but only vehicles with four wheel drive were allowed onto the beach. Now as everyone knows, four wheel drive is the only kind of truck that hillbillies own. Matter of fact, these boys had a crew cab pick-up with big-ole knobby mud tires.
The Bobs got to the beach around midnight and setup camp by the water. They planned on getting to bed nice and early so they could start fishing at first light. Now when I say they “set up camp”, please don’t imagine some elaborate camper or even a generic pop-up tent. These boys simply slept in the truck. One in the driver’s seat, one in the passenger seat and the lucky one got the entire rear seat to himself.
The Bobs had started drinking early the day before; to ensure that they would fall asleep early, and wake-up early. Everything had gone as planned, except the waking-up early part. Instead of waking-up with the sun, something else woke them up and that something else was shaking the truck!
Remember, I told you the Bobs had never been to the coast before, and they had no real education to speak of. The concept of high tide and low tide is something they still don’t quite comprehend to this day. They just know that when they woke up that morning and looked outside, their truck was bouncing around on the waves, and they were steadily drifting out to sea.
Don’t get discouraged folks; these are genuine hillbillies, and they know how to turn a bad situation into a good one. The mud tires on the truck were large enough that they it did not sink. The boys crawled out the sliding rear window, grabbed their fishing poles and had a reel (pun intended) good time. After a couple hours they had caught some nice triggerfish and sea bass. Then it was time to to head back to shore. They had a themselves a grand ole time putting the truck in four-wheel drive and spraying rooster tails as they slowly maneuvered back to land.
If you’re ever out around Carolina Beach, and you see three boys in the bed of a four wheel drive pickup, floating in the ocean… just wave and yell, “Yee-Haw”.