When we were small, Daddy told us lots of stories about his young days, and catching fish from Calebee Creek, which was about a mile south of the Little House. Based on one incident that I remember, that happened when I was very small, I know that Daddy’s fish tales were not just tales.
Daddy and Uncle Earl were working on a pasture fence in Calebee Swamp for the cows. The cows were allowed to wander around in the swamp, for some reason, even though we didn’t own the land. They were working on a fence next to the creek. Of course, they had hammers with them for the fence work. It was summer time, and as usual, the water in the creek was low. One of them saw a school of drum, and edible fish species, near the edge of the water. The fish may have been a little oxygen starved, but to Daddy and Uncle Earl, they looked like supper!
Into the creek they went with hammers flying! They threw the fish out as they killed them with their hammers. When they had finished, they had landed twelve or fifteen very nice fish. we had fish for supper that night! It was important to take advantage of such opportunities in those days!
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