Thread: childhood memories

Originally Posted by Eatmorecrappie

Bearclaw what would you do with the suckers?

don't know about Sam but my Dad would grind um up in a sausage grinder and make patties ==
like salmon patties. the bones would grind up so you could eat um ==
proly been 40-50 yrs. sense I went sucker snatching was fun back then
might try it this spring when they make they run

I grew up in the country and there was a creek about a mile from my house (dirt road all the way, still dirt today). It was a feeder creek into Lake Wallace, a state DNR managed lake in Bennettsville. The dam burst and we discovered all the fish had backed up in the creeks. All I had was a cane pole and red worms and a good catch was maybe 5 or 6 small bream.
We hit the creek after the dam burst and I brought home 43 bream, most small by our standards today, but quite a catch in that day. My Mom put me out back at a table with a butcher knife and a pan and I learned the fine art of cleaning fish. When you are 10 years old, cleaning and scaling 43 fish is more work than you ever dreamed. To this day, that event stands out as the best catching and worst cleaning day of my life.

Great thread!

I'm still "wet behind the ears" by most's standards but I can relate to a lot of the stories posted here. I stayed at my grandparent's house after school and during the summers while my parents were working. I lived in the woods behind her house where there was a small branch. I remember catching a bream in one of the deeper holes by chasing it around until it was basically exhausted haha I kept it in a bucket until my dad got home to show him what I'd done.

Some of my fondest memories are of my granddad. I'll never forget seeing his bass boat hooked up when I got off the school bus... That meant we were headed to the lake for a quick afternoon trip!! I don't remember catching anything but that didn't matter one bit. We fished and he'd always buy me a ice cream sandwich when we were finished.

My dad started carrying me hunting and fishing when I was about 4 years old. He started a tradition of taking a day off work and carrying me fishing on my birthday back then and we still do it today!

Many, many years ago, my daddy had a home made wooden boat that he kept chained to a tree at the Crowders Creek boat landing on Lake Wylie. Yes young fellows, there was a boat landing before the creek filled up with silt and the trees started growing under the bridge. This boat probably weighed 500 pounds and was probably 15-16 ft. long. My job when we got to the landing was to take an old anti freeze can and bail the rainwater out of the boat. Daddy would take a 3 1/2 hp. air cooled Eska motor out of the trunk of our old car and put it on the back of the boat, load our cane poles and minnow buckets and we would blast off down Crowders Creek doing about two mph. We hardly put out a wake we were going so slow. We would drop a minnow beside every stick up in Crowders Creek and we usually came home with a bucket full of bass, bream, crappie and catfish. Daddy would scale and clean all of the fish and he would wrap them in newspaper and put them in paper bags and I would get on my bike and take six to Mr. Jones, 10 to Mr. Smith, etc. All of his friends liked to eat fish it seems. He would fry up a big mess of fish, fried potatoes, and Johnny cakes and Daddy, Mama, my sister and me would eat like kings for a couple of days. Those were simple times but I swear we caught more fish back then.

I remember all those boats chained to the trees out there Thumper I didn't do it but I have seen many jumps made off the old bridge that was there way back when
==a jump off it now and you will have a wrecker bill to pull you out of the mud LOL== talked to your Dad lots of times == and a couple in secant building on the right
from traffic light headed toward lake wylie LOL

I jumped off that old bridge many times back in the 60's. Now the trees are 30 ft. tall. I think I've been in that building you're talking about a few times. As soon as I got old enough to drive, I had to take Cowboy to the river a couple of times a week. We always had to stop on the way and the way back to have a couple of "little ones" at Chubby's.

one of my brothers fished with Cowboy but it must have been a different cowboy
the one he fished with would never !! stop at chubbys

I am fortunate enough to have lots of outdoor memories... But one that happened time and again, We would go camping on the old Santee river ( this was long before the rediversion canal) we would put in at Alvin and float down to 52 bridge.. anyway, My dad would be casting small spinner baits catching huge redbreast, at 7-8 years old my casting accuracy stunk, So I would sit in the middle of the boat and shoot snakes out of the tree's with my bb gun...
I can remember having to walk to the front of the boat and look down my dads arm to see the snake..I just couldnt see them like he could, Looking back I doubt I put much of a dent in the snake population but in my mind I was a snake killin machine...