For my son and grandsons

This blog is for future generations to look at and try to understand a way of life that has disappeared in one generation. A life of simplicty and a life of adventure that only
can come from living with nature.

Monday, May 14, 2012

Dad, those Swamp People have nothing on us

Kenny Ray got back last night after spending three days in Appalachain American heaven, the farm in Bainbridge. We went fishing Friday afternoon fishing after spending the morning with my cousin Lester. Lester came down that morning to visit and he brought down his deer mount to hang on the wall above the fireplace , it is in Ohio big bucks record book and was taken just below my pond. That afternoon Kenny Ray and went over to the river and fished up until dark. River fishing is new to Kenny Ray he has to learn to deal with the current. I did manage to catch one Saugeye. On Saturday Kenny Ray rode the four wheeler while I mowed around the pond, he finally grabbed a fishing rod around nine thirty am and staretd catching some small large mouth about five of them which he released. We then decided to try and fish my neibors pond which he has told me for the last five years and I have never taken the time to do so. Now from my pond it is only about a hundred yards thru the woods. I do not think this pond has been fished in ten or twenty years to my knowledge as the banks are all grown up and it is very difficult to casy and is covered in ant hills about two feet high where you can cast.but boy does it ever have fish. just as fast as you would cast the bobber would disappear. We caught and kept ten fish and I think we released twenty nice Bluegill. I had been promising Kenny Ray a fish fry like I used to do over a open fire.
As we sat around the fire talking and watching the fish fry Kenny Ray said Dad what about some frog legs I told him not tonight as frog season was not in yet but he could try and catch some if wanted to. He grabbed my spotlight and hit the banks and managed to catch one bull frog with his hands which totally amazed me. He turned the frog loose washed up and we ate some nice fish for supper, as we were eating we heard a splash behind us , it was his fishing pole going into the water as we forgot the pole he baited and cast out. We laughed and Kenny Ray said Dad those Swamp People have nothing on us.
It started raining on us around midnight and we called it an evening and went back to the cabin.
I woke around five am and it was pouring a rain , I got up turned on the coffee pot and sat out on the porch and listened to the rain hitting the metal roof, as it got daylight the fog began to roll in from the valley below and thru the woods and in the disatance I could hear a turkey gobble. about eight I ran out of coffee in the first pot and decide it was time for sausage and eggs . Kenny Ray got up and we cleaned up around the cabin , went out and Kenny Ray added some new sugar syrup to his bees{ which I thought were mine} and headed back to Dayton in the rain.