Tuesday, October 18, 2011

The Creek!

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

said waters.

                           Williston Fish


 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.

Later.


27 comments:

  1. A beautiful creek and such warm and wonderful memories! I caught a big snapper when I was younger too and could feel exactly what you were feeling!

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  2. Fall is upon us here too!

    I bet you were told as I was that if a snapping turtle bit you it wouldn't let go until it lighteninged (yes that is the way we say that here!)

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  3. What a beautiful place full of wonderful memories.

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  4. great pictures,great memories..

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  5. Love those fall shots... but your memories/stories make them come alive... sweet!

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  6. Love the "fish" story! :0 There's just something about a stream, creek or pond that is so appealling to me...and we don't have any here. But when I was a little girl, I was playing at the edge of the pond with my sisters, flipping over rocks. All of a sudden, I realized that the "rock" I was flipping had a TAIL! Just like you, I ran! Fun memories looking back!

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  7. I love the stories you tell. You imbue them with so much soul and heart. You really do have great talent for 'painting pictures', both verbally and visually. Today has been no exception! Thank you :)

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  8. Lovely scenery...wonderful memories..M

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  9. Ha! Great story! I have never caught a snapping turtle but I can imagine that I would have run away too.

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  10. what a lovely story, reminds me of the other day when I saw a snake, it was at least 10 feet long.........okay probably 1 foot long, but it's my story!!!!

    Thanks for popping by and I really look forward to getting to know you more,

    Gill in Southern Ontario

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  11. That's a lovely post. A beautiful place with your fond memories, you can't beat that.

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  12. snappers are huge, prehistoric monsters, aren't they? yikes!

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  13. Nice to meet you Buttons! Thanks for popping over to visit, I'll explain the meme more on Thursday and we'll begin when I return from the UK on the 17th Nov.
    Looking forward to it!
    Jane x

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  14. Oh yeah we would fish in the creek, my brothers would catch the turtles for our Granny to make soup..Yep, it tastes like chicken..lol
    ~~HUGS~~
    as guys tell stories the fish get bigger so why not you with the turtle getting larger! LOL

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  15. So pretty -- neat that you can still visit and it remains unchanged. :)

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  16. oh, PS -- I couldn't find a recipe for walnut butter, but I'm wondering if it would be the same as peanut butter?

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  17. How pretty! What a great blog post!

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  18. The turtle that got away! A neat memory of special growing up days!

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  19. I love the reflection captured in the creek! Beautiful location.

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  20. Awesome reflections! Both of the trees and of your thoughts.

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  21. What a beautiful lake. And what a funny story - places with endless memories are always the best.

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  22. ha,ha...Buttons,I enjoyed your story! Just like it was yesterday. And you where a kid again.

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  23. What a lovely story. Your photos are beautiful love the reflections.

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  24. Wonderful photo..what a lovely place.

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  25. I love the second photo, with the reflection of the tree in the water!
    The only snapping turtle I have ever caught was a hatchling, about the size of a walnut. At that size, they are cute, in an ugly kind of way!

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