I hope everyone has a happy Easter. I hope I get a visit from the Easter Bunny. The bunny should leave me jelly beans, chocolate candy, ink pens, and a couple of fishing lures.
You really can’t have too many lures for fishing.
I may have to buy another tackle box to store my new lures I’ve gotten already this spring. I can see my wife’s eyes rolling already at the thought of me “needing” another tackle box. What I really need is an old Chevy panel wagon that I can rack out with peg boards and just hang all of lures and take them all with me fishing every time I go fishing.
I remember years ago my Great Uncle Carr Sprigg showing me pictures of Muskie he caught in the Holly River before the dam went in that were huge. Uncle Carr passed in 1991. He brought out these pictures of these huge fish he was displaying.
Suddenly he was gone to the back of his house, and then he reappeared with these humongous three section silver lures that had to be 10 inches long.
“That’s what I caught them on,” he said. The look of shock and dismay must have been a shock to him. At that point, I wasn’t much of a Muskie fisherman. I was more of a trout and bass guy. I was flabbergasted a fish would go after what looked to me like a soda pop can with hooks attached.
He assured that he had, indeed, caught fish many times with those giant silver lures. He also mumbled something quite disparaging about the dam, the government and anyone else involved with the project that took his land and forced him to relocate. He wasn’t alone in the aggravation over having to relocate.
He and my Aunt Irene relocated to Flatwoods where she had grown up.
Aunt Irene was my Grandmother Harvey’s sister.
Aunt Rene had a lot of stories to tell as I was growing up and when I was an adult. I think I appreciate her stories more as an adult than I did as a kid. I think as a kid I was just more intent on getting outside to play with my cousins than sitting still listening to stories.
My Aunt Rene attended Glenville State Normal School, now Glenville State College, in the mid 1920s. She rode a donkey from Flatwoods to Burnsville on Sunday afternoon, after church, and then boarded a flatboat at Burnsville which she took to Glenville. A farmer in Burnsville would take care of the donkey during the week. On Friday she would take the flatboat back to Burnsville, pick up the donkey and ride it home.
As a child, she helped wrap bandages to be used by the Red Cross during World War I. Apparently, civilians would roll up cloth bandages and send them to the Red Cross and the Red Cross would mail them overseas to be used to treat injured soldiers during the Great War. I always thought that was intriguing.
I thought it was intriguing and amazing all of the history Aunt Rene saw in her life. All the changes in society she saw and lived through had to be amazing. I told her that once. She took it all in stride.