Wednesday, June 1, 2011

Set Poling up at Tim N'ems Place

By Skeeter

The best I recollect it was the weekend of the Talladega race, the same Friday we had tornado warnings for most of Alabama. We’d started bout the middle of the week putting out minner baskets and by Friday we musta had a couple of hundred good “Horny Headed” branch minners. One of them was so big my brother called him a six-pointer! Sure nuff he had three horns on each side.

We’d planned on leaving out the Friday around dinner, fishing Friday and Saturday night and returning home Sunday by dinner. We had everything ready that Friday, but chances of bad weather kept us just a little reluctant to leave out. Now I’d been promising my wife Patricia a new camper and we’d been and looked several different times without bringing one home. Earlier that week I’d made the plunge, I had found a beauty that just fit our Chevy S-10 and it only set me back fifty bucks, what a stroke of luck! With assurance we have a place to get out of the weather, Patricia, Cousin Bob, and myself tore out!

Now we had pretty much everything needed to camp and eat, but my brother, Frank, was to bring the boat, motor, bait, and set poles. Well not having the top of the line camper like us, he and his wife Carol and son Elijah never showed up till about lunch on Saturday, so we didn’t set out any bank poles that first night. Tim and his wife, Tricia, showed up after dark and we had managed to get a big fire going even though the rain came down pretty hard at times, but we just kept adding more wood and she just kept right on a blazing! Tim N’em left about midnight and the rest of us “drowned rats” crawled into dry sleeping bags and called it a night.

Boy, did it ever rain cats and dogs after that. The river was clear and pretty much normal that Friday, but by Saturday morning it was up about two feet and rolling red! My brother and his tribe showed up bout lunchtime along with cousin Jeff, Tim, and one of them McManus boys. The river was pretty swift, but we managed to get about sixty bank poles put out a few hours before dark. We also had one noodle with a big anchor and about six drops tied to the main line which we set out rite in front of the boat landing. After getting things ready, we all relaxed around the fire and enjoyed some good ribeyes and t-bones that were larpin good, seems like food on that river bank just taste better than food cooked at home.

With our bellies full, it’s time to run some poles, so off we go. We ran that noodle first and low and behold it had two or three good-uns, bout three or four pounds a piece. Up river, we go to the first poles which by the way all have a small piece of reflective tape on the end which make them easy to see with a spot light. We didn’t have a fish on every pole, but we did catch about twenty that first run. No appaloosa’s were caught, but we did catch were some blues with hump backs that we weren’t that familiar with. We came to the conclusion they were a type of blue that had been stocked in Lake Wedowee, and we had never caught them that far up the Tallapoosa.

The next morning, after bacon and eggs, we hit the river to run and remover fish and poles. Course, we ran that noodle first and sure nuff it had a couple more good “humped back” blues. After taking everything out, we musta had about 20 or 30 more in the save-all, bringing our total to about 50 that probably weighed better than a hundred pounds.

We’ll the fun is over and the work starts. Gotta break camp, load all the gear, boats, motor, poles, fish and other assorted paraphernalia, then get home unload all the gear, boats, motors, poles, fish, and other assorted paraphernalia, plus dressing 100 plus pounds of fish. I also had to put a new handle in my axe that was already a little worn, before Elijah finished it off splitting wood. I believe his hand-to-eye co-ordination was a little off!! But that is for another time.



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