And I devise to children the yellow
shores of creeks and golden sands
beneath the waters there of with the
dragon-flies that skim the surface of
See this creek? I love this place. See that spot under that old tree, the one with the yellow leaves? (Ok it is probably not the exact same tree). That was where my brother T, my sister P, and I would spend hours fishing.
We always liked to help our parents out; my Mom also liked us out of her hair for a couple of hours during the day. She had quite enough little ones running around under her feet to have to worry about us too.
We would sit under this tree along the banks of this creek in the sunshine, and sometimes the rain, yes fish do bite in the rain. We would have our sticks tied with some fishing line, and a hook. We may have made that hook from an old paper clip, or an old wire. My brother T was very resourceful. Fishing poles would come much later for us. We were fishing for mud cat. My brother T would clean all our catch at the end of the day and we would proudly take them home for our Mom to cook. She always liked that. Since Dad had taught us to fish we were always happy to show him our catch. We would all sit at the supper table eating the fish and tell stories of the one that got away.
One day I was sitting with my line dangling in the water when all of a sudden my line went way out into the creek, I was very excited. I started bragging that I must have caught the biggest fish in this old creek, and we would eat for weeks, Dad would be so proud of me. I started pulling as hard as I could. Now P, and T may have helped pull but I will forget that part since this is my story. We were all standing with our faces close to the water when…….
P, and I started screaming, and running in the other direction, brother T was laughing his head off.
All that hard work and I had pulled in the biggest snapping turtle we had ever seen. Again, since this is my story I will say it was as big as our old bathtub at home.
When P, and I had stopped running, we turned and watched T cut the line with his trusty jack knife and off it swam.
At the end of the day we did come home with plenty of fish, and a story that still makes us laugh. A story that will last a lifetime, or two, and yes that turtle just keeps getting bigger, and bigger.
I love this old creek.