As kids: French, Pancake, Sweaty and few other lads would always be on the hunt for the perfect fishing hole. We lived on a road where there was a power dam at the far end. We'd bike down and fish all Saturday. It was a true fishing hole. We'd be pulling out pike, bass, crappies galore, and some fat catfish too. It was easy and fun...but now it is illegal to fish there; no fishing near dams!
We needed a new spot.
Bruce Fish will never go out with us. He always thinks that it is too ironic for a guy called Fish to fish. Rose Fish come out in the boat; she likes it, but clutches her (Ziploc bagged) Bible tight.
We fished all day - no hole. Barely a bite.
Pancake's dad laughed at us and said: "you need to fish where the fish are. Come on I'll show yah".
We canoed out to the shady side of a bay. He told us to cast out towards shore. We hit bass. It was excellent to fight those feisty small mouths and those big fat large mouths. French started to string up some Perch with Sweaty. We all caught the max and headed back for a big butter and garlic fish fry. Sweaty and Pancake are both pros in this field.
French looked at Pancake's dad and just shook his head.
We needed a new spot.
Bruce Fish will never go out with us. He always thinks that it is too ironic for a guy called Fish to fish. Rose Fish come out in the boat; she likes it, but clutches her (Ziploc bagged) Bible tight.
We fished all day - no hole. Barely a bite.
Pancake's dad laughed at us and said: "you need to fish where the fish are. Come on I'll show yah".
We canoed out to the shady side of a bay. He told us to cast out towards shore. We hit bass. It was excellent to fight those feisty small mouths and those big fat large mouths. French started to string up some Perch with Sweaty. We all caught the max and headed back for a big butter and garlic fish fry. Sweaty and Pancake are both pros in this field.
French looked at Pancake's dad and just shook his head.
6 comments:
I like fishing and things with almonds.
Poot
Awesome. Can't help but remind me of my own childhood. Nicely done.
Reminds me of fishing off the pontoon boat at Farlinger's Point, circa 1991. Honking at the Mohawk cigarette boats, drinking Sleeman ale, a snot-nosed Chad Kilger running around the Point.
fresh fish fried in butter and garlic over a crackling fire and a hundred cold sleeman. Falling down in the falls with a full belly.
hp
you give my boys something to look forward to.
i love that rose clutched her bible tight in a ziplock bag. it's these kinds of details, friend, that make your stories so true to life.
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