When we were younger, and would go back to where my Daddy grew up. They lived down in Sinkin Cove right down Mont Eagle Mountain in TN/ He would tell us stories to keep us entertained on the way.
One of my favorites that always comes to mind was about this one time when he went fishing.........
I would imagine it was probably that time of year when spring was turning into summer. The air was clean and crisp, not yet to hot, but no where near cool. Something my Daddy like to do was go fishing.
There was this one time Daddy had caught this catfish. He put it on the line on the bank, and ever so often he would throw some water on it to keep it alive. After awhile, that catfish started breathing on its own, out of the water!
So Daddy let it off the line, and it eventually started moving around on the bank. By the time Daddy left it was moving pretty good on its own, so good that it followed Daddy home. So the catfish became Daddy’s pet. It would follow him everywhere.
One day as Daddy was heading off to school, he was crossing a little foot bridge that crossed over the creek. There was a slat missing in the bridge, and Daddy didn’t think anything about. The catfish had followed Daddy though and as Daddy got a little ways past where the slat was missing, he heard a splash. Realizing what had happened he turned around and ran back to that spot on the bridge. He looked down through the opening and saw his pet catfish belly up in the creek. The poor thing had drowned. :(
That’s my Daddy’s story and I am sticking to it. :)