FISH....
Growing up in the south,in addition to fresh vegetables from the garden,Fish was a food staple at our house. Chicken was reserved for Sundays.Beef and pork were costly rarities for special occasions.
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.
A cast iron dutch oven was perched over the fire..another sat nearby for breakfast.
The coffee pot was bubbling away, filling the cool night air with wonderful aroma...
At first light,grabbing a cup of coffee, leaving we kids sleeping, Daddy would ease his homemade boat into the dark waters..using the oar to push away from the bank, sculling easily and slowly to a favorite spot..
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.
Once he had his limit, back to camp he came. Cleaning the fish quickly, they would be panfried for breakfast to accompany the bubbling pot of grits and the hot coffee. Once fed, daddy would take the kids to the river bank,setting up our poles and keeping an eye on us. With the patience of Job, each child was taught HOW to bait the hook,how to set the hook, and how to keep the line tight while bringing the fish to shore...
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..,
worms (both earthworms and wigglers) could be coaxed from the ground by vibration. We kids eagerly caught them and put them into the baitcan.In springtime, Catalpa worms (catapillars)
were often found on trees either at home or along the river banks.Crickets also could be caught, but it was much easier to purchase them.Minnows also fell into the same category. There were no "fees" for camping,or fishing... just gas for the car to get there.And when done, our campsite was cleaned of debris, leaving it ready for the next time.
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..
I think the greatest of all lessons learned during these outings was the importance of family, love,teaching respect for each other as well as nature, sharing knowledge through loving guidance, and the role we all play in the great scheme of things.
Whenever I eat fresh fried fish,
I'm instantly transported back to those days of innocence, spent with family sitting around the campfire..the smells of coffee and frying fish filling the air.,and being the wide eyed child of my parents...no matter how old I may be!
Daddy and me..canepole fishing..
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