What Fishing stories do you remember?
Dad liked to take us three kids fishing whenever he could take a break from farming. We dug up worms down by the horse tank. We headed to Rattlesnake creek east of the farm. Dad never got to fish much, because he spent most of his time untangling our fishing line from tress, bushes or logs in the bottom of the creek. I remember one time he got so mad at me because he spent most of his time getting me out of my messes. He finally said, “Dandy, you just go up to there to the middle of the road and do all the casting you want, because there are not any trees to get tangled up in.” I took my rod and reel up to the road and cast my line and bobber as hard as I could. I watched a the fishing line and bobber hit the high line wires and wrapped around and around. I decided to let Dad fish awhile before showing him my mess. He walked up from the creek to check on me, took a look at my predicament and pulled out his pocket knife and cut my fishing line. That was the end of my fishing for the day. For months I looked for the bobber hanging from the telephone lines every time we drove down that road. I don’t ever remember catching any fish.
When the folks moved to Bella Vista he always wanted to take the grandkids fishing. Todd was so excited he cast his line in right off the boat dock. Grandpa told him, “You’ll never catch a fish there, Todd!” He immediately got a bite. I loved the memories of fishing with Daddy.