another growing up story

Another growing up story..

My Dad used to take me fishing for catfish at the mouth of a river flowing into Clear Lake.  It was too deep water for me to walk in, so he would put me on his back and I would carry the poles in one hand and he carried the sack for the fish in his pocket. 

We put the can of worms in a bucket and put it over the poles.  What fun it was to go fishing  in the evening time, after Dad finished work, once in a while early in the morning.   We didn’t have any limit in those days, at least none I knew about.   We brought home a sack full of fish every time.  When my brother and sister woke up there was always gills for them to pop by the little wood heater in the living room.  When you cleaned the fish just right you could get the gills out whole and they were just like a balloon when they popped.  But…..to get the worms, we always used big fat earth worms which I picked up by following my Dad down the row when he cultivated the ground with a one row cultivator pulled by a horse.  See….told you I was old.  At least I came from an area that was about 50 years or so behind times.  There was only one bus a day into Lakeport, where I grew up.  A great time and place to be a kid!!!