BassBen
01-27-2010, 05:10 PM
Well when I was growing up, my friends (8 or 9 ) of them and I would catch and sell carp to the butcher in town.
We would go out and chase the carp into shallow water and wump'em and take 'm to the butcher.
He paid us 10 cents a pound, (uncleaned) he did the cleaning and sold the meat in his butcher shop.
A certain group of folks, (who mostly hung out in front of the bar with brown bags in their hands:icon_biggrin: ) would buy the fish and all was right with the world.
One day as we were going to the butcher these two guys from in front of the bar saw the fish we had and wanted to know what was going on. We told them about the butcher and how much he paid us. WEEEEEELL, these guys got mad cause they were paying the butcher 50 cents a pound for the fish.
On the way back these same guys stopped us and wanted us to help them catch fish. :icon_biggrin: Off to the river (about 200 yards from the back door of the bar)
Only one guy came into the water with us, the rest watched from the bridge. Water guy left his brown paper bag (empty) on the bridge, but he did have a flask of "medicine" the bridge guys had a mixture of whatever was sold at the bar, or made at the "junkyard"
After a short while "water guy" (changing his name to protect the guilty) was not standing to well. Nor walking to well either. :kopfpatsch:
He called to his friends on the bridge to throw him a milk crate. This is a plastic square box that cartons of milk are delivered in.
He got the crate, places it in knee deep water, got a long handled net from one of the kids and sat down to catch a fish. His method of doing so was a little different that what us kids were doing.
Ya see we chased the fish into shallow water.
He sat on the plastic box, net extended in front of him with one hand, and the elbow of his other arm was being bent something awful with that flask thing of his, while waiting for a fish to swim into his net.
Well with any tidal river, the tide started to come in. (case you got a flask of your own going, water was getting deeper)
After a short while, "water guy' could no longer sit on his box, water was so high that he kept floating away.
Well he did the most natural thing, first he requested a beer from his buddies on the bridge, minus the bag cause he was in the river not in public, so the cops would not bother him! :innocent0009:
Next he loaded up the plastic box with rocks, these would stop the box from floating away.
Next he requested another beer from the bridge buddies. The beer was tossed to/at him and he missed it, so another was sent a flying down to him. Thi
Next he took his belt off his pants and well he removed his pants and well he had been drinking a lot of beer, so lets just say the tide got higher.
Pants were tossed to the bridge buddies, well they didn't make it to the top, but "underwear/water guy didn't care. He wanted to catch his own fish and save 50 cents a pound :confused0024:
Now came the problem of him floating off of the box.
So he took his belt and tied him self to the box!!!!:innocent0009::kopfpatsch:
You guessed it!!!!
Water was about up to his chin when he felt he needed to get off the box and out of the river.
My buddies and I had long ago left the river and joined the bridge buddies.
A couple of the local police officers seeing the crowd on the bridge, also joined the crowd offering words of encouragement to the :character0053:fishing guy.
Well he tried real hard to open that belt, but it just would not budge. He began to panic and call for his buddies to help him. The more he called for help the more they laughed and laughed, one guy ran to the far side of the bridge and threw up. Well tide was coming in from that direction to wards the water guy and well at least a shark didn't follow the chum slick.
After two of the bridge buddies tried to p on him, the cops broke up the crowd and asked us to go and cut him lose.
A good time was had by all, and no one drowned!!!!
We would go out and chase the carp into shallow water and wump'em and take 'm to the butcher.
He paid us 10 cents a pound, (uncleaned) he did the cleaning and sold the meat in his butcher shop.
A certain group of folks, (who mostly hung out in front of the bar with brown bags in their hands:icon_biggrin: ) would buy the fish and all was right with the world.
One day as we were going to the butcher these two guys from in front of the bar saw the fish we had and wanted to know what was going on. We told them about the butcher and how much he paid us. WEEEEEELL, these guys got mad cause they were paying the butcher 50 cents a pound for the fish.
On the way back these same guys stopped us and wanted us to help them catch fish. :icon_biggrin: Off to the river (about 200 yards from the back door of the bar)
Only one guy came into the water with us, the rest watched from the bridge. Water guy left his brown paper bag (empty) on the bridge, but he did have a flask of "medicine" the bridge guys had a mixture of whatever was sold at the bar, or made at the "junkyard"
After a short while "water guy" (changing his name to protect the guilty) was not standing to well. Nor walking to well either. :kopfpatsch:
He called to his friends on the bridge to throw him a milk crate. This is a plastic square box that cartons of milk are delivered in.
He got the crate, places it in knee deep water, got a long handled net from one of the kids and sat down to catch a fish. His method of doing so was a little different that what us kids were doing.
Ya see we chased the fish into shallow water.
He sat on the plastic box, net extended in front of him with one hand, and the elbow of his other arm was being bent something awful with that flask thing of his, while waiting for a fish to swim into his net.
Well with any tidal river, the tide started to come in. (case you got a flask of your own going, water was getting deeper)
After a short while, "water guy' could no longer sit on his box, water was so high that he kept floating away.
Well he did the most natural thing, first he requested a beer from his buddies on the bridge, minus the bag cause he was in the river not in public, so the cops would not bother him! :innocent0009:
Next he loaded up the plastic box with rocks, these would stop the box from floating away.
Next he requested another beer from the bridge buddies. The beer was tossed to/at him and he missed it, so another was sent a flying down to him. Thi
Next he took his belt off his pants and well he removed his pants and well he had been drinking a lot of beer, so lets just say the tide got higher.
Pants were tossed to the bridge buddies, well they didn't make it to the top, but "underwear/water guy didn't care. He wanted to catch his own fish and save 50 cents a pound :confused0024:
Now came the problem of him floating off of the box.
So he took his belt and tied him self to the box!!!!:innocent0009::kopfpatsch:
You guessed it!!!!
Water was about up to his chin when he felt he needed to get off the box and out of the river.
My buddies and I had long ago left the river and joined the bridge buddies.
A couple of the local police officers seeing the crowd on the bridge, also joined the crowd offering words of encouragement to the :character0053:fishing guy.
Well he tried real hard to open that belt, but it just would not budge. He began to panic and call for his buddies to help him. The more he called for help the more they laughed and laughed, one guy ran to the far side of the bridge and threw up. Well tide was coming in from that direction to wards the water guy and well at least a shark didn't follow the chum slick.
After two of the bridge buddies tried to p on him, the cops broke up the crowd and asked us to go and cut him lose.
A good time was had by all, and no one drowned!!!!