I've been fishing since I can remember from Lake Conway to many of the other lakes in Arkansas to the Atlantic Ocean off of Maine. I've always enjoyed the sport, more than the food caught.
My dad and I often went down to his cousin Chuck's place in Scott down on the Old River. He has a boat house so you can sleep between yoyo runs at night. Catfishing at night is a process in which you hang up yoyos on tree limbs with bait and then later you go spotlighting to see if you caught anything. Well my job was to drive the boat up to the yoyo and my dad would get the fish off. In the dark of night, snakes are something to be on guard for. They aren't easy to see either. One night as we were driving towards a yoyo, we spotted a snake right on the limb of the yoyo. I turned that boat around faster than you can say lickety-split. My dad saw his dad get bitten twice by a snake in his lifetime but I wasn't going to repeat that family history. We had alot of fun catching catfish at night by yoyos or trotline.
You have such great memories, Angie, and bring back great memories to others. I remember fishing with my dad when I was growing up...it was usually for bream and crappie, but also running trot lines for catfish too. And, unlike you, I love the food we gathered! Daddy would always bait my hook because that is what daddies do for their little girls. My brother had to bait his own, LOL!! Looks like you got two keepers in the pic above. Don't care one thing for those snakes, either. I remember going swimming at a sandbar at our camp on the river one time and after we had been in the water for several hours, we got back in the boat to go back to camp, and underneath it was a HUGE BLACK SNAKE! I did not want to go swimming there again for quite a while! Love you, T.
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Looks like you were having a wonderful time, Angie. And caught some fish, too! My daddy and I would go fishing together, usually early in the mornings. He would use a rod and reel and I a cane pole. He was such a patient daddy, always putting the worms on my hook for me. When I went with him I usually caught more fish than he did, because he was too busy helping me out! Good memories, Angie. Thanks for helping to bring them back. Love you, Gloria
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