The way I understood their story, they would walk to an old covered bridge and fish under it. It kept the hot sun off them. They said they could remember crossing it sometimes and there would be boards missing from the bottom of it. They had to step over the holes. Talk about scary! I know this bridge and it's really far above the water. One wrong step and they could have been in for a long drop. Under this bridge was a popular spot to fish and still is, to this day. Dad said one time they went to go fishing there and came upon some fishing poles and tackle that some ole drunks had left behind. They had left beer bottles and such also. That day they thought they had hit the jack pot.
Another thing that stuck out in my mind, when they were telling their fishing stories, was about a neighbor that they had. They said they remembered him always having a big plug tobacco in his cheek. He would talk to you and lean off to the side and spit. The boys would go to him when they didn't have time to dig for worms to fish with. They said he would stick two rods, that were attached to electric, into the ground. After a few minutes, worms would come to the surface. They would pick them up, put them in a can, and then go fishing. Now THAT would have been some trick!
That's just part of the stories that they told me about them fishing. It's hard to remember things when your writing and listening at the same time. Hopefully I'll be able to get a recorder soon.
So until next time,
Small Farm Girl, recorder.
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