Fishing Memories

Apr 29, 2021, 10:13 PM

Episode 2. This time I was with Daddy. We left before day light headed to The Combahee. We put in at Sugar Hill Landing, this was when you had to slide your boat in by the narrow wooden bridge. We headed out to the river. We fished the morning and had caught about as I remember about 18-20 bream. It was about time to eat and if any of you have fished the Combahee at that location shade is scarce. Daddy knew of a place not to far from where we were that had a little shade to protect you from the sun. We headed there as fast as our 3 horse motor would take us. When we got there, Lord that shade felt good. We sat for a few minutes and then had our lunch. In the boat lunch always consisted a pack of cinnamon rolls with raisins, 2 cans of mustard sardines, 2 cans of Vienna Sausage and a cold drink. God was that good! We rested a while, put our trash in a sack and headed back to fishing. The tide had turned and was going out, we fished hard that afternoon and had only picked up 3-4 more bream. It was getting late in the afternoon and Daddy said he wanted to try one more place before we headed to the hill. It was not to far from Sugar Hill Creek, it was a rice field gate slough about 15 yards wide. We tied up to the reeds on one side of the gate to see if we could pick up some bream coming out of the rice field. Daddy caught several Blue Gills by the gate. We kept seeing something swirling across from us about 30-40 feet away. Daddy said it might be bream. I took my Zebco 33 and put on a red and white clip on bobber and threw over there. As soon as it hit the water the cork disappeared, but nothing was there. I cast over there again and the cork bobbled several times and was gone, I tightened up on the line and I felt a heavy but steady pull. I kept easing it toward the boat and about 15 feet from the boat I saw what it was, a small gator about 2 1/2 feet long. He held on to the cork all the way to the boat. Daddy scooped him up in the net and put him in the live box. We headed out and when we got home Daddy grabbed him by the tail and drug him out of the live box and and dropped him on the ground. The dog was barking and acting like he was the boss until the little gator stood on all four legs, opened his mouth wide and charged the dog. After all that commotion Daddy finally caught the gator and put him in a hamper. Daddy said it's time to clean the fish, he told me to get a bucket and get them out of the box. When I started taking the fish out some had been chewed up and about half of the fish were missing. The little gator had a good meal on the way home. Daddy took the gator that night to a gentleman in Ehrhardt that already had several gators. The all lived in harmony for some time. The little gator grew until he was about 5 feet long, then one day one of the big gators decided he did not want him around any more.

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That’s sounds like something my Dad and I would have done. I never would have thought about the Gator having a fish feast.

One year we were staying at Surfside. My Dad and I had fished Monday and Tuesday. We got Wednesday hooked the boat up to the truck, checked the tires, put the cooler in the boat, checked the anchor and the Life jackets. We must have checked everything in the boat. We got in the truck and started to pull away. I told my Dad to stop so we could check the rods ( 6 of them worth about $200 each ) and the 2 tackle boxes full of about $2000 worth lures etc...

I got out to make sure the rods and tackle boxes were secure. Guess what?? No rod and reels and no tackle boxes. Our Condo was on the beach with a back door to the beach. My Dad had left the door unlocked by accident Tuesday night after our walk on the beach.

Some jerks came into our garage during the night and had stolen all of my fishing equipment. The funny thing was that we had checked everything in the boat but never noticed the roods and tackle boxes we gone. If I had not gotten out to check them 2 nuts would have driven down to Merrill’s Inlet before we realized we had nothing to fish with.

Another adventure with our boat the “ Laurel and Hardy “ with my Dad Captain Crunch and his First mate ( me ) Gillgian. ??

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LOL! Gamewardens are like that little green Martian in the

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