Finish the Race

When Rusty and I first married, we lived in a rent house near the Homochitto River. We spent a lot of time there swimming and fishing. We made several float trips down different stretches of the river with our friends Sonya and Robbie. The guys would usually fish as we would drift down the river in a canoe or flat bottom boat. Depending on how many miles we planned to travel and how the fish were biting, the float would sometimes last all day. One year, the local paper advertised a river race. It was to start at the Highway 98 Bridge and go to Sullivan's Bridge. Surely this was something Sonya and I could do. We had floated so many stretches of that river with Rusty and Robbie we figured we should be pros at it by this time. On the day of the race, we pulled up hauling a borrowed aluminum canoe complete with a flat back where a motor could be mounted. A few guys that were competing with their lightweight kayaks and canoes were gracious enough to help us unload our beast of ...