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.