My granny loved fishing and we always went down to the river and fished off the bank. We could not persuade granny to get into a boat for any catch.
We had caught half of a stringer (fishing line) and it was wedged into the bank to keep the fish in the water while we continued to pull them in. We noticed the stringer kept moving up and down. Then we saw a snake in the water. Granny thought it was going to get her fish. So she immediately grabbed a stake out of the ground and started running up the bank with the snake right behind her! It was a sight to see on a hot day in Southwest Georgia on the banks of the Flint River with the squeals from my two sisters and me, granny dragging her fish up the bank, and the dog barking.
One of many tales fishing with my granny.
Nothing could compare to those hot summer days until I married a man that loved fishing as much as she did.
Heaven on Earth is all I can say about all those days long gone.