I swear it's THIS big!!

One Saturday afternoon a clan of Taylor's gathered around a dam at Cluff ponds in the Pima area. The sun beat down upon their already rednecks as this unusual winter day felt like an April afternoon. The bees were buzzing and swarming around EVERYTHING. They began to make a home in the baby's crib (giving everyone a heart attack). So using the crib as bait, they parked it a good 50 feet away.....mind you they were smart enough to take the baby out first. The three S's (Suzy, Sam, Susana) went to look for the redneck treasure, the mighty GEOCACHE.
The first hook was baited with the glowing neon of playdough-like power bait, why a fish would eat this unnatural looking substance one would never know. The first line was cast and the competition of who was more intelligent than an 8-inch fish began. Ugly fishing hats were used for luck (lavan and dorothy), as well as the might the mighty fishing nun who was blessing the fish to come to our lines (susana).
Eventually a fish was caught, lure only, no bait. An hour later another fish was caught, again by lure and no bait. The sun was starting to sink in the sky, the bees got to cold to be out (finally), and there was no longer enough light for the lures. The fish were jumping in teasing awe, if someone had the courage and stupidity to jump in the freezing cold lake with a net they could easily catch their limit in no time.
A light up bobber was cast out and the snap from the cast caused the line to break, leaving a bobber with a line, hook and bait floating in the middle of the pond. Sensored cussings eminated from the unlucky fisherman who lost his bobber (lavan). In about 10 minutes a fish decided to sacrifice its life for a free meal and landed on the floating bobber. With no pole to be attached to the fish and bobber zoomed across the lake back and forth. Instead of trying to catch their own fish the silly rednecks started casting their lines our toward the evasive moving bobber hoping to be the one to reel it in. Again and again lines were cast and eventually everyone quit except the brave and stubborn one (malcolm), who started to run to the other side of the pond hoping to get closer to the treading bobber.
The sun was nearly set and the bobber was still traveling from one end of the pond to the other trying to get its freedom from the stupid fish below it. All of a sudden the bobber went staight toward an unsuspecting fisherman sitting at the end of the dam. The redneck ran over to the fisherman and explained that the bobber belonged to his fellow redneck brother. To prove its final intelligence, the fish and bobber ran staight into the fisherman's line and was easily reeled in. For his help, the fisherman kept the dinky 6 inch fish, while the bobber was returned to the rightful owner in the ugly fisherman's hat.
The outing had ended and everyone was stinky with fish bait on their fingers. The ones with the ugly hats won the competition and proved they were smarter than the fish, while the rest of us remain the lesser species to those highly intelligent trout. Just another Taylor outing, gee I had missed those.