Thread: childhood memories

It would nice to remember some of the things from back then but I suffer from CRS!

I remember as a kid finally being old enough to go with my dad and the other men setting poles in the river bank back in Alabama. It was fellowship as much as it was fishing. I was excited but really had no clue what we would do. We arrived 2-3 hrs before dark and once everyone was there, we went and cut poles in the woods. We came back, tied lines, and rigged the poles. We walked up the river bank sticking the poles in the ground, so they leaned over the river with the bait in the water. After all the poles were set, we went back to the trucks, grilled, and just hung out. Sometime later in the night, we went up the river to check the poles. It's a lot different walking the river at night. I slipped and fell in the mud more times than I remember. We caught quite a few catfish that night. I haven't set any poles like this in years but will always remember that trip.

This may be a true story!!!! This was told to me by my dad. He said that he was going hunting one day with his dad double shotgun, this was one the old ram rod guns. He was walking up to a creek when he heard some ducks coming from his right, then hear some geese coming from the left, he look right and then left, not sure which to shoot he raised the gun in the air and pulled both trigger at one time. To his surprise all the geese fell to the ground, he turn to the right and all the ducks had fallen on the other side of the creek. Well he was in fix, when he pulled both triggers the ram rod went across the creek and stuck in a tree, so he gather the geese and knew he had to cross the creek to get the ducks and the ram rod. So he cross the creek when arriving to other side he felt something jumping in his boot, to his surprise there was a mess of crappie in his boot, now on the side of the creek he gather the ducks. He then went to retrieve the ram rod when he pulled it out of the tree. The tree was honey tree, so he reach down for some leave to stop the flow of honey and he caught a rabbit, then he raise his hand to thank the good LORD and he caught a dove. So I would have to say this was one of the greatest hunting trips of all times for him.

LOL that was a good one == man what a du-ose stew that would have made coulda fed all c.c with that

I REMEMBER TROLLING FOR WALLEYE ON MARTINS CREEK WITH MY POP'S IN WEATHER LIKE WERE HAVING NOW'
AND PREYING THAT THE BOAT WOULD BREAK DOWN SO WE COULD GO HOME'
BUT IT NEVER DID,
AND WE ALWAYS CAUGHT FISH.
I'LL NEVER BE THE FISHERMAN HE WAS, BUT I'AM GONA KEEP ON TRYING.
WISH HE COULD HAVE BEEN PART OF CRAPPIE.COM
HE WOULD HAVE LIKE'D THAT.

I too,like FishnLine remember as a youngster setting " bank" hooks with a small cane pole.we always did it on Lynches river,here the upper reaches of Lynches is basically a creek.we would catch catfish,usually a foot or less in length,brim and a redbrest or two. We use to wade the creek with a short rod and reel with a small panther Martin or a white betts mini jig and cast for the redbrest ,,,and in wet early spring set some gill nets for the suckers than ran up the river,,had two kinds a white and a blue,,one kind got bigger than the other..its been many years since I've went to the creek and fished or even looked for the suckers.Oh and going with Grandpa to the creeks" gravelling" .it has different tv names now,noodling and hand fishing. I was too little to get in the water,I'd just walk the bank and get the fish they caught and tossed out. Most were Small catfish ..On the hunting side we would go squirrel hunting thanksgiving,boy I'd look forward to that,,weren't many deer around here in the 70's....I killed my first deer in 1980.In racing season pops and I were at the dirt track each Saturday night and mom had us up and in church Sunday morning

Bearclaw what would you do with the suckers?

When I was a boy me and the neighbor kids spent our entire summers on the creek and in the woods. There was a backed up section at the creek (since this was the pump station that supplied water to town) so we fished this area for catfish, carp, and brims. Alot of times we put our rods out and tied them to a bush with our stringer and go swimming in the running creek. There was also a small pond that we kept seined out. Every time the creek flooded from rains fish could enter this pond so it got seined pretty regularly. It was a treat for us when one of the Dad's would carry us to a farm catfish pond.