Not long after the tragic incident described so well by Mr. Grall, Jean Paul and Beaudry are fishing in some of the backwaters of the Lake. Now Beaudry has just purchased a brand spankin new outboard motor for his boat, and he is as proud of it as he can be. Needless to say, when the time comes for the two friends to head back home, the motor will not start. Frustrated as only a man with a few beers in him can get, Beaudry pulls the starter cord harder and harder, finally disloging the motor from its support. Horrified, the two friends watch as the beloved outboard sinks 15 feet to the murky bottom. "Beaudry," says Jean Paul, "we gon hafta get tha motor." Beaudry agrees, so the two pick a number and Beaudry loses. Shucking all but essential clothing, by which I mean his boots and hat, Beaudry dives into the Lake, swims to the bottom, and commences to yanking the cord on the motor in an effort to propel it back to the surface. Jean Paul looks down at his friend, growing increasingly agitated. "Don tha boy know ANYthin?" Jean Paul asks himself. Unable to contain himself any longer, Jean Paul leans over the side of the boat and yells, "Beaudry! You have to choke it!" (First heard from a friend of mine, Gene McKelroy, who spent two glorious years of his life in Louisiana.)
(From the "Rest" of RHF)