Post by naturelovr on Oct 17, 2008 18:55:33 GMT -6
my dad has been tellin' this as long as i can remember, so i asked him if he would write it out so i could share it with the folks here.....i think he'da made a fine fisherman if he'da ever given himself halfa' chance.......
I've been asked me to tell about the big catfish I had on my hook in 1933.
My Uncle George had a grist mill at Tribune, about five miles out of Marion on the Shady Grove Highway. (You can still find Marion and Shady Grove on your Kentucky Rand McNally.)
This was in the depths of the depression. I was nine years old at the time. Sometimes I went with Uncle George and fished in the millpond.
Water from the mill pond ran over the waterwheel, down a ditch and back into Piney Creek.
Uncle George ground corn for everybody in that area. They would bring in three bushels of corn. He got one bushel of the corn for his work.
People came from as far away as Cave-in-Rock Illinois to try to catch old "Big Mouth". He was a catfish who lived in the mill pond. Henry Chandler said he must have weighed a hundred pounds.
One day while I was fishing, Old Bigmouth took my bait. I held the fishing cane pole in one hand and grabbed onto a sapling to keep from getting pulled into the pond.
I had my heels dug into the dirt and was holding on land screaming at the top of my voice for Uncle George to come and help me. But he couldn't hear anything in there when the machinery was running full blast.
Me and old Big Mouth were fighting it out when Old Big Mouth hit the water wheel.
It was turning so fast that it threw him over and he plugged up the drainage ditch. The water kept backing up and started turning the water wheel backwards.
Uncle George unground twenty-seven bushels of corn before he could shut it off.
The story you just read is true. Only the facts were changed to make it interesting.
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I've been asked me to tell about the big catfish I had on my hook in 1933.
My Uncle George had a grist mill at Tribune, about five miles out of Marion on the Shady Grove Highway. (You can still find Marion and Shady Grove on your Kentucky Rand McNally.)
This was in the depths of the depression. I was nine years old at the time. Sometimes I went with Uncle George and fished in the millpond.
Water from the mill pond ran over the waterwheel, down a ditch and back into Piney Creek.
Uncle George ground corn for everybody in that area. They would bring in three bushels of corn. He got one bushel of the corn for his work.
People came from as far away as Cave-in-Rock Illinois to try to catch old "Big Mouth". He was a catfish who lived in the mill pond. Henry Chandler said he must have weighed a hundred pounds.
One day while I was fishing, Old Bigmouth took my bait. I held the fishing cane pole in one hand and grabbed onto a sapling to keep from getting pulled into the pond.
I had my heels dug into the dirt and was holding on land screaming at the top of my voice for Uncle George to come and help me. But he couldn't hear anything in there when the machinery was running full blast.
Me and old Big Mouth were fighting it out when Old Big Mouth hit the water wheel.
It was turning so fast that it threw him over and he plugged up the drainage ditch. The water kept backing up and started turning the water wheel backwards.
Uncle George unground twenty-seven bushels of corn before he could shut it off.
The story you just read is true. Only the facts were changed to make it interesting.
