Tommy

It's me! The one and only Tommy!
MY TRUE LIFE STORY!

In a river long ago and far away the most beautiful baby was born. It was ME and I grew up to be the meanest, baddest, maddest Mad Tom ever. Wait...I'll tell you the story.

One day when I was little, my buddies and I were swimming around the big rocks in the river, we heard this "daah dum, daah dum, daah dum" sound all around us. Let me tell you, that sound sent little fish bumps down our fins.

Out of the shadows this HUGE Micropterus Dolomieui or Smallmouth (Mom called 'em SOB's after Dad left us) starting chasing us and that "daah dum" sound kept getting louder and louder until this big hand came down out of the water sky and grabbed that smallmouth by the tail and flipped him right up on the bank of the river.

Were we ever happy! Since I was the bravest (smartest too) I lifted my head out of the river and there was this huge man standing there, so I said, "Who are you?" Man said "My name is Charlie Case and I'm fishing for smallmouth bass. Problem was he couldn't catch 'em. Everybody knows that smallmouths love Mad Toms and of course we're protected. Poor Charlie Case couldn't catch bass. The only way he could catch 'em was to wait on the river bank until he saw them chase us Mad Toms around and then he would grab 'em.

I told him my name was Tommy, the baddest Mad Tom in the river and I hated smallmouth bass. Right then and there we struck a deal!! I told him I would go with him and I would help him and his friends get rid of all of those stupid smallmouth bass from our rivers cause we hate 'em and one of them ate my Dad!

Problem was, I was THE bravest, smartest and have been told by Mad Tommies (that's the female of our species) the best lookin' Mad Tom ever to swim a river. But hey I'm only one guy here, how can I catch all of 'em. Charlie just smiled!

Charlie said he had a way to copy me! I told him no way, your not putting me on a cold glass plate, put a cover over me and then blind me! "Don't want a paper copy of you", Charlie said. "I want you to pose and I will make a sculpture of you". Now this man is talkin, me posing and him creating a sculpture of this beautiful Mad Tom body!! "Bronze or Gold", I asked, he said "Plastic !!"

Anyway that's how I became a Case Mad Tom!

Well...now I'm in the front office watching over each detail of my reproductions. AND let me tell you we are kickin some smallmouth ass..ah bass. Those sorry so and so's cann't resist me wigglin past them, my spittin image that is. They bite and I cut another notch in the fishing pole.

Does my heart good to get rid of those things, makes my Mom happy, too.

And what does Charlie Case get to do, you ask? ABSOLUTELY NOTHING and that really makes me a mad Case Mad Tom. I do all of the work around here! Only thing Charlie wants to do is take me fishing!!