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Sunday, August 18, 2013

The Ol' Fishin Hole

Strangeness R Me. I have struggled all my life to be me. Mixture of confusion from too much darn thinkin, I reckon. Tain't easy being me!  Please take my word for it! A hodgepodge of thoughts/emotions have always roamed too freely about, in me head. That's the way it's always been for as long as I can remember. The only logical reason I can come up with is, yes! My childhood. Everything goes back to that doesn't it. Of course! That's when we the ones that different. Different in that we are different!(I was going to go into detail, those of you that different knowsa-whata-I'mma sayin, and you'll understand this!)

                                               The ol' Fishin Hole.

       There was this one place that was special. The old man thinks fondly of every time he drives by this one curve that seemed to be way out in the country when he was ten and accompanied his uncle and father to this one spot "the ol' fishin hole." Thinkin back on the first time, he remembers I'm going to miss The Beverly Hillbillies, his favorit television show. Going fishin was so much fun. This time his father and uncle were a talkin bout a special fishin hole. They have not been there in many a years and talked like this was the fishin holes of fishin holes. Beverly Hillbillies or no Beverly Hillbillies he were not gonna miss this fishin hole. As customary back then, fishin consisted of evening fishin and stayin over after dark to see iffin the catfish were bitin. Kerosene lanterns was the light source and the nighttime hee-bee-gee-bees always saw him sittin between the two grown men. Cat fishin was a different fishin, usin stronger fishin poles and line. Little be knowst to the boy he was to be their pack mule, it did not matter he craved the excitement of getting as far a way from schoolin and the everyday world. Thinkin back he reckon that fishin was as close as he ever come to truly bonding with his father. Listening to the two brothers talkin and the stories that were always a flyin made him think there was hillbilly in his genes. Times were so different as they grew up in the 30's and 40's.

       If they weren't workin, they were a drinkin or fishin, sometimes drinkin and a fishin.

       Back then in the 60's railroad tracks were still going every which direction criss-crossing the county, The interstate system wasn't complete and the mighty steel horses spewing that black smoke from them mighty engines.

       To get to the ol' fishin hole we had to park and walk the railroad track about a mile to a bridge over this creek. There according to the tall tales of sometime drunken men from somewhat hillbilly roots was the best fishin hole ever. There was absolutely no way the boy was gonna miss out on this adventure. The boy was a thinkin what if a train were to come by as they were walkin the railroad line to the bestus fishin hole ever. The railroad bridge slowly come into focus. Built at the turn of the century and spanning the river, it was  breathtaking. Never a fore had he walked right up to this type a structure. They walk onto the bridge a short distance and look down at the water. The boy was a mite scared, but tried not to let it show. They walk back off the bridge and down a rather steep embankment about a hundred feet or so away from the bridge, down onto a sandbar stretching out onto the river. Being the end of July the river was at its lowest level of the year. From the sandbar viewpoint the bridge seemed humongous. It was a couple hours before dark and they lay out their tackle and gather wood for a fire. The boy thinks, "I hope a train comes by, it sure would be fun to see." As the two men began fishing the boy wanders about exploring taking in the surroundings. Anytime he had gone fishin before there was a bank you sit on overlooking the water. Here you sit down and could touch the water. Fish wee caught but thrown back seems these two had the hankerin for a big catfish, to filet and fry in cornbread. Darkness was upon us the fire was crackling, the kerosene smell of the lanterns create another world, By this time the boy settled in between the two adults. The big fishin poles were brought out. A large y shaped stick was placed into the sandbar so as to hold the pole upright waiting for them catfish to take the bait. When catfish hit they take the bait and if you're not attention a big un will take pole and all. All was peaceful and quiet then a train come across the bridge. The boy found that somethun, scary, exciting and downright noisy. To this day he can still sense that black as the night train, clickey, clackin on that bridge. Even though we heard it a comin fer along ways, nothing could compare to that gigantic light shining. The blanket of darkness returns, then a pole bens in half. The first catfish of the night. Several catfish were caught, no monster catfish of which sometimes would tip the scales of over 30lbs. A mighty nice mess of 3 to 7 lbs, perfect eating size. Back then we somewhat civilized hillbillies, could still eat the fish caught.

       The old man chuckles, every time he drives the high spot where the old rail road tracks used to be, they were remove over thirty years ago. The same story always flashes through his mind. It was a fun, yet, scary, beautiful night, even though he missed  The Beverly Hillbillies. A special evening to relive forever. As he grew older he realizes why his favorit television show was what it was. His family was poor hillbillies, on one side. Simplistic people living off the land, hunting game, fishin, raising crops, butcherin pigs to survive. One of his earliest memories was of drivin with Ma and Pa far out into the hills and hollers of another county. There Grandma and Grandpa was livin as their parents before them off the land with no electricity, no indoor plumbing, chickens running loose, pigs a squealing. When darkness hit, you're in a world all your own.

1 comment:

  1. What a nice read this was Glen :-) I felt like I was right there watching the scene unfold.

    I hope you are doing ok?? I put something on my blog awhile ago that I thought you might enjoy seeing. If you look under the entry "take a walk on the wild side" you will see :-)