Lets write a story

Discussion in 'General Conversation' started by canepole, Jul 1, 2007.

  1. canepole

    canepole New Member

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    Just for fun.I started this story and thought it would be good if everybody had a hand in it,
    add to the story and copy and paste it to a new post and we'll see how it turns out,..here's what I got so far,,,
    1885,,Tennessee

    It was a good hot day, Tennesse was a good place to live, work was scarce
    and finding fresh game was getting harder to find., The coyotts were eating
    all the rabbits,and its been so dry around here, The Garden has about
    completly dryed up,
    the wife complains daily about not having fresh meat to feed the kids and
    I don't know what I'll do, But I'm going to get some meat.

    The old Cumberland River was raging and I knew there was some big old
    catfish in there, Just couldn't seem to get one to hit those worms.
    I had three poles out and out the corner of my eye I could see pole number
    three start to move just alittle bit.
    Hello Jeb, I looked over and there was old man smitz, He was a old german man
    who had came over on a ship back in 61 and had fought for the south,
    He had two brother's that died at shiloh and he hated the yanks.

    "Jeb You are fishing in the wrong place, Your not going to catch anything
    Outta that hole."
    I noticed that pole number three wasn't moving anymore.
    "You need to move down there by the rocks where the deep water is" Smitz said.
    I just looked over across the river and acted like I didn't hear him.
    How's fishing been for you Smitz, I asked.
    Old smitz loved to tell stories about some of the big ones he caught over
    the years, and I loved to listen to him.
    "fishing has been good, I caught three yesterday, and the biggest was around
    six pounds."
    I could tell that I was about to hear the story about old one eye,
    all of the old timers told stories of hooking into and loosing ol one eye.
    Have a seat Smitz, I said,
    As he was sitting he starting tell his story, He told me the same old store before
    but Smitz was getting up in the years and I knew his memory was'nt as sharp as it used
    to be.
    he sit down and as he was putting a worm on his hook he started telling the story.
    I watched as pole number three started getting action again.

    Smitz..I was living over in the yellow creek area and this old Indain man had this dug out canoe
    and I traded a old pocket knife for it, I took the old canoe and was out there on the river just
    after first light, and had two fishing poles out and then it happened, That fish hit so hard
    That I thought he was going to take my fishing pole, But I got it in my hand, And he was
    fighting with everything he had, The old canoe was rocking back and forth and moving
    pretty fast. I knew that if I kept him off the bottom I would have him.
     
  2. postbeetle

    postbeetle New Member

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    Tom: You are doing pretty good on your lonesome there. Why have somebody add to it and screw it up? Keep us goin. Tell us some more about that Indian, I've never been to Tennessee, tell me about what it looks like on that river, so I know what it looks like should I ever drive by that spot. Thank you for what you have so far. I want to know what was jigglin your pole. John
     

  3. canepole

    canepole New Member

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    John Thanks for the support, But I want you all to help in this story, I know we have some good talent on this site, And someone on here can turn this into a great story. I may add to it later, But right now I want to let you all add to it..
     
  4. flathead willie

    flathead willie Well-Known Member

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    1885,,Tennessee

    It was a good hot day, Tennesse was a good place to live, work was scarce
    and finding fresh game was getting harder to find., The coyotts were eating
    all the rabbits,and its been so dry around here, The Garden has about
    completly dryed up,
    the wife complains daily about not having fresh meat to feed the kids and
    I don't know what I'll do, But I'm going to get some meat.

    The old Cumberland River was raging and I knew there was some big old
    catfish in there, Just couldn't seem to get one to hit those worms.
    I had three poles out and out the corner of my eye I could see pole number
    three start to move just alittle bit.
    Hello Jeb, I looked over and there was old man smitz, He was a old german man
    who had came over on a ship back in 61 and had fought for the south,
    He had two brother's that died at shiloh and he hated the yanks.

    "Jeb You are fishing in the wrong place, Your not going to catch anything
    Outta that hole."
    I noticed that pole number three wasn't moving anymore.
    "You need to move down there by the rocks where the deep water is" Smitz said.
    I just looked over across the river and acted like I didn't hear him.
    How's fishing been for you Smitz, I asked.
    Old smitz loved to tell stories about some of the big ones he caught over
    the years, and I loved to listen to him.
    "fishing has been good, I caught three yesterday, and the biggest was around
    six pounds."
    I could tell that I was about to hear the story about old one eye,
    all of the old timers told stories of hooking into and loosing ol one eye.
    Have a seat Smitz, I said,
    As he was sitting he starting tell his story, He told me the same old store before
    but Smitz was getting up in the years and I knew his memory was'nt as sharp as it used
    to be.
    he sit down and as he was putting a worm on his hook he started telling the story.
    I watched as pole number three started getting action again.

    Smitz..I was living over in the yellow creek area and this old Indain man had this dug out canoe
    and I traded a old pocket knife for it, I took the old canoe and was out there on the river just
    after first light, and had two fishing poles out and then it happened, That fish hit so hard
    That I thought he was going to take my fishing pole, But I got it in my hand, And he was
    fighting with everything he had, The old canoe was rocking back and forth and moving
    pretty fast. I knew that if I kept him off the bottom I would have him.
    I was using a good stout rivercane pole I cut last spring down and dried up in the rafters of the cabin all winter. I knew it would hold up as long as I could keep the fish away from that fast water down stream.
     
  5. Esox Hunter

    Esox Hunter New Member

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    1885,,Tennessee

    It was a good hot day, Tennesse was a good place to live, work was scarce
    and finding fresh game was getting harder to find., The coyotts were eating
    all the rabbits,and its been so dry around here, The Garden has about
    completly dryed up,
    the wife complains daily about not having fresh meat to feed the kids and
    I don't know what I'll do, But I'm going to get some meat.

    The old Cumberland River was raging and I knew there was some big old
    catfish in there, Just couldn't seem to get one to hit those worms.
    I had three poles out and out the corner of my eye I could see pole number
    three start to move just alittle bit.
    Hello Jeb, I looked over and there was old man smitz, He was a old german man
    who had came over on a ship back in 61 and had fought for the south,
    He had two brother's that died at shiloh and he hated the yanks.

    "Jeb You are fishing in the wrong place, Your not going to catch anything
    Outta that hole."
    I noticed that pole number three wasn't moving anymore.
    "You need to move down there by the rocks where the deep water is" Smitz said.
    I just looked over across the river and acted like I didn't hear him.
    How's fishing been for you Smitz, I asked.
    Old smitz loved to tell stories about some of the big ones he caught over
    the years, and I loved to listen to him.
    "fishing has been good, I caught three yesterday, and the biggest was around
    six pounds."
    I could tell that I was about to hear the story about old one eye,
    all of the old timers told stories of hooking into and loosing ol one eye.
    Have a seat Smitz, I said,
    As he was sitting he starting tell his story, He told me the same old store before
    but Smitz was getting up in the years and I knew his memory was'nt as sharp as it used
    to be.
    he sit down and as he was putting a worm on his hook he started telling the story.
    I watched as pole number three started getting action again.

    Smitz..I was living over in the yellow creek area and this old Indain man had this dug out canoe
    and I traded a old pocket knife for it, I took the old canoe and was out there on the river just
    after first light, and had two fishing poles out and then it happened, That fish hit so hard
    That I thought he was going to take my fishing pole, But I got it in my hand, And he was
    fighting with everything he had, The old canoe was rocking back and forth and moving
    pretty fast. I knew that if I kept him off the bottom I would have him.
    I was using a good stout rivercane pole I cut last spring down and dried up in the rafters of the cabin all winter. I knew it would hold up as long as I could keep the fish away from that fast water down stream. Then............nothing.......for all of about an ETERNAL 10 seconds, I thought, "Lord, NO....I've lost it" & i relaxed my grip on the pole, then i felt it pull s-l-o-w-l-y to my right (upstream). I tightened my grip again & watched in AMAZEMENT as the tip of the rod just kept bending diagonally until the tip had disappeared beneath the surface. The gentle waves of the current began to splash more quickly against the side of my craft as the canoe slowly turned and the as yet unseen leviathan began to pull my pole, my craft AND myself upstream.
     
  6. canepole

    canepole New Member

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    This is going to get interesting , Thanks Guy's
     
  7. postbeetle

    postbeetle New Member

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    ..................................(Next Paragraph)..................................

    Smitz pauses his story as if to catch his breath. A little smile on his face as he recalled that moment. I glanced at my pole. Not a jiggle or a tug, but the whole tip quivered and then lay silent. I noted just the slightest stretch of the line, as if something had taken the bait and was just setting there enjoying the taste. Smitz, not noticing I had been interested in my pole, continued his story,
     
  8. canepole

    canepole New Member

    Messages:
    730
    State:
    Woodlawn Tennessee
    It was a good hot day, Tennesse was a good place to live, work was scarce
    and finding fresh game was getting harder to find., The coyotts were eating
    all the rabbits,and its been so dry around here, The Garden has about
    completly dryed up,
    the wife complains daily about not having fresh meat to feed the kids and
    I don't know what I'll do, But I'm going to get some meat.

    The old Cumberland River was raging and I knew there was some big old
    catfish in there, Just couldn't seem to get one to hit those worms.
    I had three poles out and out the corner of my eye I could see pole number
    three start to move just alittle bit.
    Hello Jeb, I looked over and there was old man smitz, He was a old german man
    who had came over on a ship back in 61 and had fought for the south,
    He had two brother's that died at shiloh and he hated the yanks.

    "Jeb You are fishing in the wrong place, Your not going to catch anything
    Outta that hole."
    I noticed that pole number three wasn't moving anymore.
    "You need to move down there by the rocks where the deep water is" Smitz said.
    I just looked over across the river and acted like I didn't hear him.
    How's fishing been for you Smitz, I asked.
    Old smitz loved to tell stories about some of the big ones he caught over
    the years, and I loved to listen to him.
    "fishing has been good, I caught three yesterday, and the biggest was around
    six pounds."
    I could tell that I was about to hear the story about old one eye,
    all of the old timers told stories of hooking into and loosing ol one eye.
    Have a seat Smitz, I said,
    As he was sitting he starting tell his story, He told me the same old store before
    but Smitz was getting up in the years and I knew his memory was'nt as sharp as it used
    to be.
    he sit down and as he was putting a worm on his hook he started telling the story.
    I watched as pole number three started getting action again.

    Smitz..I was living over in the yellow creek area and this old Indain man had this dug out canoe
    and I traded a old pocket knife for it, I took the old canoe and was out there on the river just
    after first light, and had two fishing poles out and then it happened, That fish hit so hard
    That I thought he was going to take my fishing pole, But I got it in my hand, And he was
    fighting with everything he had, The old canoe was rocking back and forth and moving
    pretty fast. I knew that if I kept him off the bottom I would have him.
    I was using a good stout rivercane pole I cut last spring down and dried up in the rafters of the cabin all winter. I knew it would hold up as long as I could keep the fish away from that fast water down stream. Then............nothing.......for all of about an ETERNAL 10 seconds, I thought, "Lord, NO....I've lost it" & i relaxed my grip on the pole, then i felt it pull s-l-o-w-l-y to my right (upstream). I tightened my grip again & watched in AMAZEMENT as the tip of the rod just kept bending diagonally until the tip had disappeared beneath the surface. The gentle waves of the current began to splash more quickly against the side of my craft as the canoe slowly turned and the as yet unseen leviathan began to pull my pole, my craft AND myself upstream.

    Smitz pauses his story as if to catch his breath. A little smile on his face as he recalled that moment. I glanced at my pole. Not a jiggle or a tug, but the whole tip quivered and then lay silent. I noted just the slightest stretch of the line, as if something had taken the bait and was just setting there enjoying the taste. Smitz, not noticing I had been interested in my pole, continued his story,
     
  9. Esox Hunter

    Esox Hunter New Member

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    State:
    Birmingham U.K.
    It was a good hot day, Tennesse was a good place to live, work was scarce
    and finding fresh game was getting harder to find., The coyotts were eating
    all the rabbits,and its been so dry around here, The Garden has about
    completly dryed up,
    the wife complains daily about not having fresh meat to feed the kids and
    I don't know what I'll do, But I'm going to get some meat.

    The old Cumberland River was raging and I knew there was some big old
    catfish in there, Just couldn't seem to get one to hit those worms.
    I had three poles out and out the corner of my eye I could see pole number
    three start to move just alittle bit.
    Hello Jeb, I looked over and there was old man smitz, He was a old german man
    who had came over on a ship back in 61 and had fought for the south,
    He had two brother's that died at shiloh and he hated the yanks.

    "Jeb You are fishing in the wrong place, Your not going to catch anything
    Outta that hole."
    I noticed that pole number three wasn't moving anymore.
    "You need to move down there by the rocks where the deep water is" Smitz said.
    I just looked over across the river and acted like I didn't hear him.
    How's fishing been for you Smitz, I asked.
    Old smitz loved to tell stories about some of the big ones he caught over
    the years, and I loved to listen to him.
    "fishing has been good, I caught three yesterday, and the biggest was around
    six pounds."
    I could tell that I was about to hear the story about old one eye,
    all of the old timers told stories of hooking into and loosing ol one eye.
    Have a seat Smitz, I said,
    As he was sitting he starting tell his story, He told me the same old store before
    but Smitz was getting up in the years and I knew his memory was'nt as sharp as it used
    to be.
    he sit down and as he was putting a worm on his hook he started telling the story.
    I watched as pole number three started getting action again.

    Smitz..I was living over in the yellow creek area and this old Indain man had this dug out canoe
    and I traded a old pocket knife for it, I took the old canoe and was out there on the river just
    after first light, and had two fishing poles out and then it happened, That fish hit so hard
    That I thought he was going to take my fishing pole, But I got it in my hand, And he was
    fighting with everything he had, The old canoe was rocking back and forth and moving
    pretty fast. I knew that if I kept him off the bottom I would have him.
    I was using a good stout rivercane pole I cut last spring down and dried up in the rafters of the cabin all winter. I knew it would hold up as long as I could keep the fish away from that fast water down stream. Then............nothing.......for all of about an ETERNAL 10 seconds, I thought, "Lord, NO....I've lost it" & i relaxed my grip on the pole, then i felt it pull s-l-o-w-l-y to my right (upstream). I tightened my grip again & watched in AMAZEMENT as the tip of the rod just kept bending diagonally until the tip had disappeared beneath the surface. The gentle waves of the current began to splash more quickly against the side of my craft as the canoe slowly turned and the as yet unseen leviathan began to pull my pole, my craft AND myself upstream.

    Smitz pauses his story as if to catch his breath. A little smile on his face as he recalled that moment. I glanced at my pole. Not a jiggle or a tug, but the whole tip quivered and then lay silent. I noted just the slightest stretch of the line, as if something had taken the bait and was just setting there enjoying the taste. Smitz, not noticing I had been interested in my pole, continued his story....

    ......Thank GOD for the rafters in that cabin, for without the treatment the pole would have surely snapped like a twig, i just PRAYED that the line and reel would hold......I even at this stage managed a smile & thinking "so THIS is what it feels like to be a towboat!!".....But with forearms COMPLAINING, my smile didn't last for very long.....
     
  10. canepole

    canepole New Member

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    It was a good hot day, Tennesse was a good place to live, work was scarce
    and finding fresh game was getting harder to find., The coyotts were eating
    all the rabbits,and its been so dry around here, The Garden has about
    completly dryed up,
    the wife complains daily about not having fresh meat to feed the kids and
    I don't know what I'll do, But I'm going to get some meat.

    The old Cumberland River was raging and I knew there was some big old
    catfish in there, Just couldn't seem to get one to hit those worms.
    I had three poles out and out the corner of my eye I could see pole number
    three start to move just alittle bit.
    Hello Jeb, I looked over and there was old man smitz, He was a old german man
    who had came over on a ship back in 61 and had fought for the south,
    He had two brother's that died at shiloh and he hated the yanks.

    "Jeb You are fishing in the wrong place, Your not going to catch anything
    Outta that hole."
    I noticed that pole number three wasn't moving anymore.
    "You need to move down there by the rocks where the deep water is" Smitz said.
    I just looked over across the river and acted like I didn't hear him.
    How's fishing been for you Smitz, I asked.
    Old smitz loved to tell stories about some of the big ones he caught over
    the years, and I loved to listen to him.
    "fishing has been good, I caught three yesterday, and the biggest was around
    six pounds."
    I could tell that I was about to hear the story about old one eye,
    all of the old timers told stories of hooking into and loosing ol one eye.
    Have a seat Smitz, I said,
    As he was sitting he starting tell his story, He told me the same old store before
    but Smitz was getting up in the years and I knew his memory was'nt as sharp as it used
    to be.
    he sit down and as he was putting a worm on his hook he started telling the story.
    I watched as pole number three started getting action again.

    Smitz..I was living over in the yellow creek area and this old Indain man had this dug out canoe
    and I traded a old pocket knife for it, I took the old canoe and was out there on the river just
    after first light, and had two fishing poles out and then it happened, That fish hit so hard
    That I thought he was going to take my fishing pole, But I got it in my hand, And he was
    fighting with everything he had, The old canoe was rocking back and forth and moving
    pretty fast. I knew that if I kept him off the bottom I would have him.
    I was using a good stout rivercane pole I cut last spring down and dried up in the rafters of the cabin all winter. I knew it would hold up as long as I could keep the fish away from that fast water down stream. Then............nothing.......for all of about an ETERNAL 10 seconds, I thought, "Lord, NO....I've lost it" & i relaxed my grip on the pole, then i felt it pull s-l-o-w-l-y to my right (upstream). I tightened my grip again & watched in AMAZEMENT as the tip of the rod just kept bending diagonally until the tip had disappeared beneath the surface. The gentle waves of the current began to splash more quickly against the side of my craft as the canoe slowly turned and the as yet unseen leviathan began to pull my pole, my craft AND myself upstream.

    Smitz pauses his story as if to catch his breath. A little smile on his face as he recalled that moment. I glanced at my pole. Not a jiggle or a tug, but the whole tip quivered and then lay silent. I noted just the slightest stretch of the line, as if something had taken the bait and was just setting there enjoying the taste. Smitz, not noticing I had been interested in my pole, continued his story....

    ......Thank GOD for the rafters in that cabin, for without the treatment the pole would have surely snapped like a twig, i just PRAYED that the line and reel would hold......I even at this stage managed a smile & thinking "so THIS is what it feels like to be a towboat!!".....But with forearms COMPLAINING, my smile didn't last for very long.....
    The fight went out for what seemed like hour's, I am not sure how long we fought, My arms were killing me and The Old Canoe had taken on some water, I knew this was a huge fish. Maybe it was the one that all of the old fisherman talked about, Then it happened,
    __________________
     
  11. baitchunker

    baitchunker New Member

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    what happened? what happened?!!!
     
  12. Esox Hunter

    Esox Hunter New Member

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    Commercial Break!:smile2::smile2::smile2::smile2: ........(Sorry Baitchunker, couldn't resist)
     
  13. canepole

    canepole New Member

    Messages:
    730
    State:
    Woodlawn Tennessee
    It was a good hot day, Tennesse was a good place to live, work was scarce
    and finding fresh game was getting harder to find., The coyotts were eating
    all the rabbits,and its been so dry around here, The Garden has about
    completly dryed up,
    the wife complains daily about not having fresh meat to feed the kids and
    I don't know what I'll do, But I'm going to get some meat.

    The old Cumberland River was raging and I knew there was some big old
    catfish in there, Just couldn't seem to get one to hit those worms.
    I had three poles out and out the corner of my eye I could see pole number
    three start to move just alittle bit.
    Hello Jeb, I looked over and there was old man smitz, He was a old german man
    who had came over on a ship back in 61 and had fought for the south,
    He had two brother's that died at shiloh and he hated the yanks.

    "Jeb You are fishing in the wrong place, Your not going to catch anything
    Outta that hole."
    I noticed that pole number three wasn't moving anymore.
    "You need to move down there by the rocks where the deep water is" Smitz said.
    I just looked over across the river and acted like I didn't hear him.
    How's fishing been for you Smitz, I asked.
    Old smitz loved to tell stories about some of the big ones he caught over
    the years, and I loved to listen to him.
    "fishing has been good, I caught three yesterday, and the biggest was around
    six pounds."
    I could tell that I was about to hear the story about old one eye,
    all of the old timers told stories of hooking into and loosing ol one eye.
    Have a seat Smitz, I said,
    As he was sitting he starting tell his story, He told me the same old store before
    but Smitz was getting up in the years and I knew his memory was'nt as sharp as it used
    to be.
    he sit down and as he was putting a worm on his hook he started telling the story.
    I watched as pole number three started getting action again.

    Smitz..I was living over in the yellow creek area and this old Indain man had this dug out canoe
    and I traded a old pocket knife for it, I took the old canoe and was out there on the river just
    after first light, and had two fishing poles out and then it happened, That fish hit so hard
    That I thought he was going to take my fishing pole, But I got it in my hand, And he was
    fighting with everything he had, The old canoe was rocking back and forth and moving
    pretty fast. I knew that if I kept him off the bottom I would have him.
    I was using a good stout rivercane pole I cut last spring down and dried up in the rafters of the cabin all winter. I knew it would hold up as long as I could keep the fish away from that fast water down stream. Then............nothing.......for all of about an ETERNAL 10 seconds, I thought, "Lord, NO....I've lost it" & i relaxed my grip on the pole, then i felt it pull s-l-o-w-l-y to my right (upstream). I tightened my grip again & watched in AMAZEMENT as the tip of the rod just kept bending diagonally until the tip had disappeared beneath the surface. The gentle waves of the current began to splash more quickly against the side of my craft as the canoe slowly turned and the as yet unseen leviathan began to pull my pole, my craft AND myself upstream.

    Smitz pauses his story as if to catch his breath. A little smile on his face as he recalled that moment. I glanced at my pole. Not a jiggle or a tug, but the whole tip quivered and then lay silent. I noted just the slightest stretch of the line, as if something had taken the bait and was just setting there enjoying the taste. Smitz, not noticing I had been interested in my pole, continued his story....

    ......Thank GOD for the rafters in that cabin, for without the treatment the pole would have surely snapped like a twig, i just PRAYED that the canepole and line would hold......I even at this stage managed a smile & thinking "so THIS is what it feels like to be a towboat!!".....But with forearms COMPLAINING, my smile didn't last for very long.....
    The fight went out for what seemed like hour's, I am not sure how long we fought, My arms were killing me and The Old Canoe had taken on some water, I knew this was a huge fish. Maybe it was the one that all of the old fisherman talked about, Then it happened,
     
  14. Esox Hunter

    Esox Hunter New Member

    Messages:
    691
    State:
    Birmingham U.K.
    It was a good hot day, Tennesse was a good place to live, work was scarce
    and finding fresh game was getting harder to find., The coyotts were eating
    all the rabbits,and its been so dry around here, The Garden has about
    completly dryed up,
    the wife complains daily about not having fresh meat to feed the kids and
    I don't know what I'll do, But I'm going to get some meat.

    The old Cumberland River was raging and I knew there was some big old
    catfish in there, Just couldn't seem to get one to hit those worms.
    I had three poles out and out the corner of my eye I could see pole number
    three start to move just alittle bit.
    Hello Jeb, I looked over and there was old man smitz, He was a old german man
    who had came over on a ship back in 61 and had fought for the south,
    He had two brother's that died at shiloh and he hated the yanks.

    "Jeb You are fishing in the wrong place, Your not going to catch anything
    Outta that hole."
    I noticed that pole number three wasn't moving anymore.
    "You need to move down there by the rocks where the deep water is" Smitz said.
    I just looked over across the river and acted like I didn't hear him.
    How's fishing been for you Smitz, I asked.
    Old smitz loved to tell stories about some of the big ones he caught over
    the years, and I loved to listen to him.
    "fishing has been good, I caught three yesterday, and the biggest was around
    six pounds."
    I could tell that I was about to hear the story about old one eye,
    all of the old timers told stories of hooking into and loosing ol one eye.
    Have a seat Smitz, I said,
    As he was sitting he starting tell his story, He told me the same old store before
    but Smitz was getting up in the years and I knew his memory was'nt as sharp as it used
    to be.
    he sit down and as he was putting a worm on his hook he started telling the story.
    I watched as pole number three started getting action again.

    Smitz..I was living over in the yellow creek area and this old Indain man had this dug out canoe
    and I traded a old pocket knife for it, I took the old canoe and was out there on the river just
    after first light, and had two fishing poles out and then it happened, That fish hit so hard
    That I thought he was going to take my fishing pole, But I got it in my hand, And he was
    fighting with everything he had, The old canoe was rocking back and forth and moving
    pretty fast. I knew that if I kept him off the bottom I would have him.
    I was using a good stout rivercane pole I cut last spring down and dried up in the rafters of the cabin all winter. I knew it would hold up as long as I could keep the fish away from that fast water down stream. Then............nothing.......for all of about an ETERNAL 10 seconds, I thought, "Lord, NO....I've lost it" & i relaxed my grip on the pole, then i felt it pull s-l-o-w-l-y to my right (upstream). I tightened my grip again & watched in AMAZEMENT as the tip of the rod just kept bending diagonally until the tip had disappeared beneath the surface. The gentle waves of the current began to splash more quickly against the side of my craft as the canoe slowly turned and the as yet unseen leviathan began to pull my pole, my craft AND myself upstream.

    Smitz pauses his story as if to catch his breath. A little smile on his face as he recalled that moment. I glanced at my pole. Not a jiggle or a tug, but the whole tip quivered and then lay silent. I noted just the slightest stretch of the line, as if something had taken the bait and was just setting there enjoying the taste. Smitz, not noticing I had been interested in my pole, continued his story....

    ......Thank GOD for the rafters in that cabin, for without the treatment the pole would have surely snapped like a twig, i just PRAYED that the line and reel would hold......I even at this stage managed a smile & thinking "so THIS is what it feels like to be a towboat!!".....But with forearms COMPLAINING, my smile didn't last for very long.....
    The fight went out for what seemed like hour's, I am not sure how long we fought, My arms were killing me and The Old Canoe had taken on some water, I knew this was a huge fish. Maybe it was the one that all of the old fisherman talked about, Then.......it happened.......... MY reel started to scream, immediately silencing Smitz and shaking me back to reality, boy, did it make HIM jump..."Gott In Himmel!!".. he swore under his breath. I lunged for my rod & got to it just in the nick of time before it went over the side. I released the drag, & the run stopped after about 5 seconds, I tightened the drag back up & started reeling back in, the rod bent over slightly, but reeled in without much resistance & when it surfaced, we looked at each other & smiled......our story "intruder" was little more than a 4 pound channel. Wanting to get back to the story, I C.R'd (didn't bother with the P) my little whiskered friend, put another nightcrawler on the hook, cast number 3 back out, lit a smoke, looked at Smitz & he continued.......
     
  15. flathead willie

    flathead willie Well-Known Member

    Messages:
    3,241
    State:
    Virginia
    "Nice little fish you got there there, sir." Smitz said. "Now where was I?" he continued. "Oh yes! He was pulling me back up the river, you see? Well, I held on for dear life, with my britches caught on a splinter in the bottom of that old dug out canoe, and my heals digging into wood. Birds were spooking out of the trees along the bank at the sight and sound of it all. I recon they hadn't ever seen anything float upstream before. Like I said, the canoe was taking on a bit of water, what with all the splashing and all. My boots started to fill with water and, if I'd had any socks, they would have been soakin' wet by now. Well as we got to the mouth of Crockett's Creek, I saw those young Injun kids that are always getting to mischief around there. About that time I heard a mighty big splash and saw them kids throwing rocks at my line. They were trying to make me lose old One Eye. As you can imagine, I was getting a bit hot under the collar.
     
  16. Dreadnaught

    Dreadnaught New Member

    Messages:
    5,444
    State:
    Henderson,Ky
    It was a good hot day, Tennesse was a good place to live, work was scarce
    and finding fresh game was getting harder to find., The coyotts were eating
    all the rabbits,and its been so dry around here, The Garden has about
    completly dryed up,
    the wife complains daily about not having fresh meat to feed the kids and
    I don't know what I'll do, But I'm going to get some meat.

    The old Cumberland River was raging and I knew there was some big old
    catfish in there, Just couldn't seem to get one to hit those worms.
    I had three poles out and out the corner of my eye I could see pole number
    three start to move just alittle bit.
    Hello Jeb, I looked over and there was old man smitz, He was a old german man
    who had came over on a ship back in 61 and had fought for the south,
    He had two brother's that died at shiloh and he hated the yanks.

    "Jeb You are fishing in the wrong place, Your not going to catch anything
    Outta that hole."
    I noticed that pole number three wasn't moving anymore.
    "You need to move down there by the rocks where the deep water is" Smitz said.
    I just looked over across the river and acted like I didn't hear him.
    How's fishing been for you Smitz, I asked.
    Old smitz loved to tell stories about some of the big ones he caught over
    the years, and I loved to listen to him.
    "fishing has been good, I caught three yesterday, and the biggest was around
    six pounds."
    I could tell that I was about to hear the story about old one eye,
    all of the old timers told stories of hooking into and loosing ol one eye.
    Have a seat Smitz, I said,
    As he was sitting he starting tell his story, He told me the same old store before
    but Smitz was getting up in the years and I knew his memory was'nt as sharp as it used
    to be.
    he sit down and as he was putting a worm on his hook he started telling the story.
    I watched as pole number three started getting action again.

    Smitz..I was living over in the yellow creek area and this old Indain man had this dug out canoe
    and I traded a old pocket knife for it, I took the old canoe and was out there on the river just
    after first light, and had two fishing poles out and then it happened, That fish hit so hard
    That I thought he was going to take my fishing pole, But I got it in my hand, And he was
    fighting with everything he had, The old canoe was rocking back and forth and moving
    pretty fast. I knew that if I kept him off the bottom I would have him.
    I was using a good stout rivercane pole I cut last spring down and dried up in the rafters of the cabin all winter. I knew it would hold up as long as I could keep the fish away from that fast water down stream. Then............nothing.......for all of about an ETERNAL 10 seconds, I thought, "Lord, NO....I've lost it" & i relaxed my grip on the pole, then i felt it pull s-l-o-w-l-y to my right (upstream). I tightened my grip again & watched in AMAZEMENT as the tip of the rod just kept bending diagonally until the tip had disappeared beneath the surface. The gentle waves of the current began to splash more quickly against the side of my craft as the canoe slowly turned and the as yet unseen leviathan began to pull my pole, my craft AND myself upstream.

    Smitz pauses his story as if to catch his breath. A little smile on his face as he recalled that moment. I glanced at my pole. Not a jiggle or a tug, but the whole tip quivered and then lay silent. I noted just the slightest stretch of the line, as if something had taken the bait and was just setting there enjoying the taste. Smitz, not noticing I had been interested in my pole, continued his story....

    ......Thank GOD for the rafters in that cabin, for without the treatment the pole would have surely snapped like a twig, i just PRAYED that the line and reel would hold......I even at this stage managed a smile & thinking "so THIS is what it feels like to be a towboat!!".....But with forearms COMPLAINING, my smile didn't last for very long.....
    The fight went out for what seemed like hour's, I am not sure how long we fought, My arms were killing me and The Old Canoe had taken on some water, I knew this was a huge fish. Maybe it was the one that all of the old fisherman talked about, Then.......it happened.......... MY reel started to scream, immediately silencing Smitz and shaking me back to reality, boy, did it make HIM jump..."Gott In Himmel!!".. he swore under his breath. I lunged for my rod & got to it just in the nick of time before it went over the side. I released the drag, & the run stopped after about 5 seconds, I tightened the drag back up & started reeling back in, the rod bent over slightly, but reeled in without much resistance & when it surfaced, we looked at each other & smiled......our story "intruder" was little more than a 4 pound channel. Wanting to get back to the story, I C.R'd (didn't bother with the P) my little whiskered friend, put another nightcrawler on the hook, cast number 3 back out, lit a smoke, looked at Smitz & he continued.......
    "Nice little fish you got there there, sir." Smitz said. "Now where was I?" he continued. "Oh yes! He was pulling me back up the river, you see? Well, I held on for dear life, with my britches caught on a splinter in the bottom of that old dug out canoe, and my heals digging into wood. Birds were spooking out of the trees along the bank at the sight and sound of it all. I recon they hadn't ever seen anything float upstream before. Like I said, the canoe was taking on a bit of water, what with all the splashing and all. My boots started to fill with water and, if I'd had any socks, they would have been soakin' wet by now. Well as we got to the mouth of Crockett's Creek, I saw those young Injun kids that are always getting to mischief around there. About that time I heard a mighty big splash and saw them kids throwing rocks at my line. They were trying to make me lose old One Eye. As you can imagine, I was getting a bit hot under the collar.
     
  17. baitchunker

    baitchunker New Member

    Messages:
    1,689
    State:
    alabama
    " you see them injun kids were raised with the belief that ol one eye was a guardian of the river. without him swimmin around free, all the other fish and creatures that depend on the river for life would just up and vanish. i aint really sure when the indians started passin' the legend on from grand-father to grand-son, and i really aint sure i dont think he aint a lil bit mystical myself. never the matter with all that hoodoo voodoo heathen stuff. at the time i just wanted to wrestle that one eyed fish to the dug-out canoe.
     
  18. kat in the hat

    kat in the hat New Member

    Messages:
    4,875
    State:
    Missouri
    *Interjection* Great story so far, but I have only one burning question...If this feller's garden is all dried up, and game is scarce, why in tarnation would he release the first catfish that he had caught in a while? A perfect 4# eater at that. Just a thought...carry on.
     
  19. canepole

    canepole New Member

    Messages:
    730
    State:
    Woodlawn Tennessee
    It was a good hot day, Tennesse was a good place to live, work was scarce
    and finding fresh game was getting harder to find., The coyotts were eating
    all the rabbits,and its been so dry around here, The Garden has about
    completly dryed up,
    the wife complains daily about not having fresh meat to feed the kids and
    I don't know what I'll do, But I'm going to get some meat.

    The old Cumberland River was raging and I knew there was some big old
    catfish in there, Just couldn't seem to get one to hit those worms.
    I had three poles out and out the corner of my eye I could see pole number
    three start to move just alittle bit.
    Hello Jeb, I looked over and there was old man smitz, He was a old german man
    who had came over on a ship back in 61 and had fought for the south,
    He had two brother's that died at shiloh and he hated the yanks.

    "Jeb You are fishing in the wrong place, Your not going to catch anything
    Outta that hole."
    I noticed that pole number three wasn't moving anymore.
    "You need to move down there by the rocks where the deep water is" Smitz said.
    I just looked over across the river and acted like I didn't hear him.
    How's fishing been for you Smitz, I asked.
    Old smitz loved to tell stories about some of the big ones he caught over
    the years, and I loved to listen to him.
    "fishing has been good, I caught three yesterday, and the biggest was around
    six pounds."
    I could tell that I was about to hear the story about old one eye,
    all of the old timers told stories of hooking into and loosing ol one eye.
    Have a seat Smitz, I said,
    As he was sitting he starting tell his story, He told me the same old store before
    but Smitz was getting up in the years and I knew his memory was'nt as sharp as it used
    to be.
    he sit down and as he was putting a worm on his hook he started telling the story.
    I watched as pole number three started getting action again.

    Smitz..I was living over in the yellow creek area and this old Indain man had this dug out canoe
    and I traded a old pocket knife for it, I took the old canoe and was out there on the river just
    after first light, and had two fishing poles out and then it happened, That fish hit so hard
    That I thought he was going to take my fishing pole, But I got it in my hand, And he was
    fighting with everything he had, The old canoe was rocking back and forth and moving
    pretty fast. I knew that if I kept him off the bottom I would have him.
    I was using a good stout rivercane pole I cut last spring down and dried up in the rafters of the cabin all winter. I knew it would hold up as long as I could keep the fish away from that fast water down stream. Then............nothing.......for all of about an ETERNAL 10 seconds, I thought, "Lord, NO....I've lost it" & i relaxed my grip on the pole, then i felt it pull s-l-o-w-l-y to my right (upstream). I tightened my grip again & watched in AMAZEMENT as the tip of the rod just kept bending diagonally until the tip had disappeared beneath the surface. The gentle waves of the current began to splash more quickly against the side of my craft as the canoe slowly turned and the as yet unseen leviathan began to pull my pole, my craft AND myself upstream.

    Smitz pauses his story as if to catch his breath. A little smile on his face as he recalled that moment. I glanced at my pole. Not a jiggle or a tug, but the whole tip quivered and then lay silent. I noted just the slightest stretch of the line, as if something had taken the bait and was just setting there enjoying the taste. Smitz, not noticing I had been interested in my pole, continued his story....

    ......Thank GOD for the rafters in that cabin, for without the treatment the pole would have surely snapped like a twig, i just PRAYED that the line and reel would hold......I even at this stage managed a smile & thinking "so THIS is what it feels like to be a towboat!!".....But with forearms COMPLAINING, my smile didn't last for very long.....
    The fight went out for what seemed like hour's, I am not sure how long we fought, My arms were killing me and The Old Canoe had taken on some water, I knew this was a huge fish. Maybe it was the one that all of the old fisherman talked about, Then.......it happened.......... MY reel started to scream, immediately silencing Smitz and shaking me back to reality, boy, did it make HIM jump..."Gott In Himmel!!".. he swore under his breath. I lunged for my rod & got to it just in the nick of time before it went over the side. I released the drag, & the run stopped after about 5 seconds, I tightened the drag back up & started reeling back in, the rod bent over slightly, but reeled in without much resistance & when it surfaced, we looked at each other & smiled......our story "intruder" was little more than a 4 pound channel. Wanting to get back to the story, I released my little whiskered friend, put another nightcrawler on the hook, cast number 3 back out, lit a smoke, looked at Smitz & he continued.......

    "Nice little fish you got there there, sir." Smitz said. "Now where was I?" he continued. "Oh yes! He was pulling me back up the river, you see? Well, I held on for dear life, with my britches caught on a splinter in the bottom of that old dug out canoe, and my heals digging into wood. Birds were spooking out of the trees along the bank at the sight and sound of it all. I recon they hadn't ever seen anything float upstream before. Like I said, the canoe was taking on a bit of water, what with all the splashing and all. My boots started to fill with water and, if I'd had any socks, they would have been soakin' wet by now. Well as we got to the mouth of Crockett's Creek, I saw those young Injun kids that are always getting to mischief around there. About that time I heard a mighty big splash and saw them kids throwing rocks at my line. They were trying to make me lose old One Eye. As you can imagine, I was getting a bit hot under the collar.
    " you see them injun kids were raised with the belief that ol one eye was a guardian of the river. without him swimmin around free, all the other fish and creatures that depend on the river for life would just up and vanish. i aint really sure when the indians started passin' the legend on from grand-father to grand-son, and i really aint sure i dont think he aint a lil bit mystical myself. never the matter with all that hoodoo voodoo heathen stuff. at the time i just wanted to wrestle that one eyed fish to the dug-out canoe.

    I looked over on the bank again and the kids were gone the old chief was standing there on the bank, And he was saying something to another indain man. They were looking up in the air watching the Eagles fly. I was wondering if I was going to loose this fight, Then with out warning he came outta the water and spashed right in front of me, Ol he was huge, Then he went back down, And darned neer turned me and the canoe over.

    I looked over toward the bank and I was amazed at what I saw, it looked like the whole village was out there. They were watching me and the Battle, It was ol one eye and they all knew that I would never win, Or would I.
     
  20. canepole

    canepole New Member

    Messages:
    730
    State:
    Woodlawn Tennessee
    Good Point,Hopefuly when this think raps up we can get one of the Boc writters to edit and clean this up. next time I update I'll fix that problem.