My great grandmother know all the weather sayings that for the most part are fairly accurate.
Wind in the west, fish bite the best.
Wind in the east, fish bite the least.
Wind in the south blows bait in the fishes mouth.
Wind in the north, fishermen don’t go forth.
She is the last person I knew who actually used her weathervane as more than decoration.
Well...nowadays we BUY the fish at the supermarket.
And we complain if there are no strawberries in December.
You made me want to go fishing. My dad was a fisherman.
I used to sit on my grandparents’ dock in Arkansas from before sunup to after sundown, if allowed, during our summer vacation there...catching bluegills and sunfish.
Eventually, my grandpa (mom’s mom) taught me that I had to clean them and fillet them myself. He had a board...with the nail...and you had to slam the fishhead over the nail through the eyes to get the nail to hold the fish steady while you scaled it.
Oh my. I might have been a Tomboy...I so clearly remember doing that.
At the end of my dad’s life, we lived in a small town in Maryland that had a park with a stream that ran through it. My father started a fishing derby. He had friends at the Ag Department and they donated 300 trout from their “secret” program....
And the stream was closed off and the trout dumped in a couple of days before...
And the derby was a HUGE success in its first year. It was free for kids.
It was a blast to help those kids catch those hungry trout.
My father and brother stood and cleaned those kids’ trout for hours and hours ‘till they got blisters on their hands....
I hope that derby is still going. I would think it is. The town council and the Bassmasters were quick to get involved and call it theirs.
Ahhhh....memories....