|READY TO GO FISHING|
|A FUN FILLED TRIP FISHING WITH TUT|
I AM READY TO
The first photo is of my great grandson, Caden, standing in my Tracker bass rig. The boat has been in storage for four years and I had given up ever returning to fishing as one of my favorite pastimes. With the prompting of Caden and his father, I decided to get the boat out of storage and give the young man the same opportunities I had as I was growing up.
The second photo is myself and my brother, Richard, on a fishing trip with our grandfather "Tut". I have so many great memories of Tut and the fishing trips he took us on. People said he had the patience of Job and I can certainly go along with that. He was one of those fisherman that could stay on the water all day if the fish were biting or not. But, when he had his grandchildren along on the fishing trip he would always have time to bait our hooks and show us just where to drop the line in to catch a good one. He had the uncanny ability to find fish no matter how bad the weather or water conditions were and he taught me many of the secrets that I used as I continued to love fishing as I grew to be an adult.
It was an exciting day for us when he took us on a fishing trip. We would rise very early in the morning, hook up the boat to the car, load all of the fishing gear in the car, and head out for DarBonne, Corney Creek, Corney Lake or on a special trip, Alabama Landing. On the way, we would always stop by the icehouse to pick up some ice for our drinks and to keep the fish cold because we knew it would be a hot day on the lake. Tut did not have a fancy fishing rig but took his aluminum boat or rented one if he needed an outboard motor. In 1955, he bought a 5-1/2 horsepower Johnson outboard motor and we thought we were in high cotton. On many trips, the only means of moving the boat was wooden paddles. I can still remember him sitting in the front of the boat and using a short paddle to scull the boat and put us in just the right position to get our bait into the right place to catch a “big one.”
Once we had reached the halfway point, Tut would turn the boat around and we would began to make our way back to the landing, fishing all of the way. After a hard day of fishing, we would load everything back in the car and head back home. However, the day was not over. When we got home we had to clean all of the fish that we caught. Later when we set down to a supper of fried fish that our grandmother “Dell” had cooked we knew it was all worthwhile. The photo below shows the results of a typical day spent fishing with Tut.
|A SUCCESSFUL FISHING TRIP|