tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8023264013313759005.post2834812072228256179..comments2022-10-03T07:03:54.427-04:00Comments on From the Cotton Patch: For the Love of a RiverSam Crenshawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16834293689043253643noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8023264013313759005.post-71013624773165172452009-07-25T12:00:47.827-04:002009-07-25T12:00:47.827-04:00Here's some thoughts of growing up by the by t...Here's some thoughts of growing up by the by the old muddy river in central Georgia. In the rainy season the river would swell to enormous heights and cause the streams and creeks that flowed into it to rise way out of their banks also. When that happened, Mother and Daddy would get their fishing gear bait together and off we would go to one of those creeks.<br />Their gear of hooks, line, lead etc. were carried in a cloth bag that Mother had sewn, with a strap that hang from their shoulders. On arrival at the creek, each would put their bags on, share the bait and began wading out into the overflowing creek, fishing as they waded about. When the water was high the fish bit very good because of the abundance of food that washed in. They would wade out to at least waist deep and would catch strings of red breast and blue gill bream and many other kinds. <br /><br />When they got home Mother began preparing in the kitchen while Daddy did the scaling and cleaning. Mother would cook a ho-cake of cornbread and fry up those fish even the very little ones that were unlucky to get on their hooks. Those little ones would be fried very brown and you could eat meat and bones. What a great supper that would be. <br /><br />Oh what great memories of the old river that flowing only a hundred yards of our humble home.<br /><br />b.crowAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8023264013313759005.post-16739524818650932052009-07-24T19:48:51.762-04:002009-07-24T19:48:51.762-04:00Enjoyed this alot. Great history for all of us.Enjoyed this alot. Great history for all of us.gigihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12105810181528386036noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8023264013313759005.post-79264405862776479952009-07-22T08:40:18.462-04:002009-07-22T08:40:18.462-04:00I remember as kids fishing with Grandmama and Gran...I remember as kids fishing with Grandmama and Grandpappy on the old muddy river when we would visit from Florida. I still say grandmama was the best fisherman I ever knew. She would keep every fish she caught whether big or small.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8023264013313759005.post-66442076593246995622009-07-21T22:22:04.905-04:002009-07-21T22:22:04.905-04:00I have to say I have never set foot (or boat) in t...I have to say I have never set foot (or boat) in the river, and to be honest, these stories are probably as close as I will ever get. (Other than driving over the bridge)<br />enjoyed the stories, always do.Shannonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16023729990916866812noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8023264013313759005.post-85495910861467324042009-07-21T08:48:08.986-04:002009-07-21T08:48:08.986-04:00I had already read it in the paper and thought it ...I had already read it in the paper and thought it a real good and interesting article. Yes I spent many an hour on the banks of the old muddy river. Great memories.<br />yobrocrowAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com