Take it to the river.

The River

The river that we went swimming and fishing at was about half a mile away. All we had to ride was our bicycles, but trying to ride to the river on a sandy road was almost impossible so we just walked. When we went fishing at the little river a lot of times, we would put out set lines which were short poles with just a line and hook stuck in the side of the bank of the river. My father taught me how to do this trick. Sometimes as many as ten to fifteen lines at one time! We would sit back and talk about all types of things while waiting for that big one to hit one of our set lines. It’s so quite out in the woods you could here the birds, bees, squirrels and the water running in swift areas, but that’s not all. Don’t forget about the wind blowing through the trees. 

It is so exciting when you see one of the poles bend over and instantly the water and the fish starts splashing around. You jump up and run and when you grab the pole and lift it you have caught yourself a red breasted bream! Most of the time we caught ourselves a whole mess of fish to take home! You know with the fish caught and at home, now sadly you have to clean them.

Once cleaned my mother would take it from there! She was one of the best cooks I ever knew. We would have fried fish, hush puppies, grits, green beans, sliced tomatoes, ketchup for the fish and hush puppies, and a big glass of ice tea. You talking about some mouth watering, lip licking, finger licking food…..you got it! My mother being raised on the farm could cook some of the best vittles you have ever eaten!We will dig a little deeper into that story at another time.

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