The
Expert Fisher"Mom"
by Margaret Knoebel
East St. Louis IL.
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I was a 'den mother' for Boy Scout
Troop #75. I always tried to show the seven- year-old boys as much fun as
possible, including my own son and four-year-old old daughter, who always
had to tag along on our field trips. She was a good scout! On a lovely spring
day I decided to take the boys fishing at a stocked lake. I called all the
boys and had them meet at a central location with their fishing equipment.
Somehow I wound up with a few strange faces, but that was okay. I put the
top down on the convertible and we looked like a rolling pin cushion with
nine fish poles sticking up! The car was alive with wiggling, noisy boys
and a little girl!
on
the road
As soon as we arrived, we bought some stinky, mushy bait from the entrance
shack, and found a nice secluded spot to put our lines in. I started baiting
hooks. With each hook I baited, I recited a mantra, "Hocus Pocus,
sixth & locust, Gina Lollabridgada." Not being a fishermom, I
really didn't know much, but acted very savvy when I showed them how to
cast and reel in. My son had our only rod and reel, so Cathy and I used
a bamboo pole which I had rigged up with some old 30-pound test line and
a bobber. The boys started catching more fish than I care to remember,
and none knew how to unhook and string them. We had blue gill, cat, carp
and some unidentifiable squirmy things. I had put a concrete block on
my pole, since too busy to sit down. The day passed rapidly, but the boys
didn't want to go home. I relented and we stayed until we were fully sunburned,
and mosquito bitten. I had forgotten my pole in the melee.
I challenge anyone
to take seven, seven-year-olds and a little girl fishing and do any fishing
themselves.
Suddenly, one of the
boys shouted, "Look at your bobber!" It was going crazy out
in the water. I casually started pulling on the line, but couldn't pull
in whatever had it. The boys helped and finally there was the biggest
fish I had ever seen. We got it up to the one-foot bank but couldn't get
it up the embankment.
Little Robbie Ganniger
jumped in the lake and straddled the fish. He exclaimed with certainty,
"I won't let him get away Mz. Knoebel, he's not getting away!"
I said, "Ride 'em fishboy!" I had noticed a man watching us,
and yelled, "Hey man! Hey, you man come help!" With his assistance,
we finally hauled in the big carp, which weighed in at 13-1/2 pounds!
All totaled, we caught 70 pounds of fish that day.
Later I took some
very happy boys home to their very worried parents. We had planned a much
shorter fishing excursion!
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