If there was one thing in life that dad loved to do, it was fishing. It didn't matter if he was in a boat or on the banks as long as he had a fishing pole in his hands he was good to go. Good gosh... I mean if you even talk about fishing, you would see a grin start to stretch around them jaws and of coarse living in Lilesville, we were conveniently located near the Pee Dee river. Well, when dad got his boat he also got about 20 cane poles to go with it and let me tell ya... he would use almost all of them at one time. That rascal would be sitting on a pole coming out from behind on the side and from the front - while holding one in his hand. I'm not kidding......that man was talented when it came to fishing!!! If there was anything in the Pee Dee to be caught, he was going to catch it. I don't know how in the world he done it but he did. I remember going out with him sometimes looking for a trot line. He could take a line-bait it- drop it to the bottom and find it a few days later- and yes it would have fish on it.... catfish.
With all the times I went fishing with him- I never really took interest in it but I loved being out on the water. My goodness- If I would have only had a camera back then...after a good day of fishing we would come home and he would clean em , cut em and put em in the freezer until their appointment was due for the el- frying pan-o. Man- there was so many frozen fish fillets in that freezer you could eat for months.....I wish so bad that ole fart was still around... as the days-months -years go by, I think about all the things he done for me and how I wish I could take care of him like he took care of me. You know something though...for as much as I could care less about fishing you can bet your buttercups when Saturday morning rolled around, this how it would go >
Dad wake up .. it's 6am...I got the boat hooked up and were all set...
we will stop by Whit's store and get some crackers, coke and a new
pack of Levi Garret.... get your hat cause were going fishing.
With all the times I went fishing with him- I never really took interest in it but I loved being out on the water. My goodness- If I would have only had a camera back then...after a good day of fishing we would come home and he would clean em , cut em and put em in the freezer until their appointment was due for the el- frying pan-o. Man- there was so many frozen fish fillets in that freezer you could eat for months.....I wish so bad that ole fart was still around... as the days-months -years go by, I think about all the things he done for me and how I wish I could take care of him like he took care of me. You know something though...for as much as I could care less about fishing you can bet your buttercups when Saturday morning rolled around, this how it would go >
Dad wake up .. it's 6am...I got the boat hooked up and were all set...
we will stop by Whit's store and get some crackers, coke and a new
pack of Levi Garret.... get your hat cause were going fishing.
Hey Brian,
ReplyDeleteJust wanted to let you know that I think your blog is great. Your pictures are very good but I am also very impressed with your writing. It is like you are here in person... Your dad would be very proud. I cant wait for you to start school, I am sure it will just get better and better!
Brian, you can bet your buttercup that if "the ole fart" was still here he would be busting with pride. He might would say something like this with that big Pearl Bunn grin of his: "I'm old and frail and weak in the tail but that's my BOY". Love Ya...Mean It...your OLD sister, Vicki.
ReplyDeleteI can remember many days daddy would come home with a mess of fish like this and we would all get out under the shed and clean then and have a big fish fry.
ReplyDeleteI love the blogs and keep up the good work brother, I look forward to what is brewing in your mind for the next ones....