Going fishing was inexpensive family entertainment whether it be for a day or a weekend camping trip to the river swamp, as we called it.
The stationwagon was fully loaded with kids and only the barest of essentials.No fancy tents, or paraphenalia ..just quilts to roll up in for sleeping around the campfire.
Mom had a special wooden box which held cooking supplies..salt and pepper,oil, a flour and meal mixture, onions potatoes, eggs,grits, coffee and sugar..just the basics..and one exception..marshmallows for roasting after dinner.
The coffee pot was bubbling away, filling the cool night air with wonderful aroma...
From his cricket cage, he would choose a specimen and bait his hook..
Using only a cane pole equipped with a bobber, with a lead weight slightly above the hook, he would softly lower the baited hook into the water. Most often he would be rewarded with a nibble noted by the bouncing bobber, Quickly setting the hook, in he would pull his catch..a bream, maybe a crappie, a bass and even a catfish.
While Daddy was with the kids, Mom had her moment of peace to use the boat for her fishing excursion,equally adept with fishing and maneuvering the boat as was Daddy. In the meantime, Daddy was busy teaching us the elements of fishing, to only catch what you will eat, and to clean what you catch.
As I said, this was an inexpensive entertaining treat for the entire family. Fishbait..,
It was during these many trips that I learned about nature from my parents. Mom had a keen knowledge and love of flower,plants,trees and animals, teaching us which to avoid and why as well as the beneficial ones..Often she would quiz us to see how well we had been listening.. Animal tracking was another favorite game as well as bird calls..
Whenever I eat fresh fried fish,
Daddy and me..canepole fishing..Now please visit Jen's Unglazed for more worderful F foods on Ato Z Monday..