“Once when some boys were in the river swimming a huge catfish tried to swallow the foot and leg of a half grown boy, but before it could do so and get away a man hunting for ducks observed the phenomena and shot Mr. Fish through the head and not only saved the life of the boy, but caught the fish and it was large enough to supply the community with a first class “fish fry.” The old hunter, who told the above fish story was not a professional prevaricator, but I always wondered how he missed the boy when he shot the fish, his explanation, however, was that it was an act of providence that saved the life of the boy, but as I grow older I am more inclined to the belief that providence was not present at the time unless it was in the bottle of bourbon that he carried in his hip pocket.
An old fisherman and his son went down to examine a trot line they had stretched across a stream, which flowed into the river and on reaching their destiny they soon discovered they had a monster catch, which they soon learned was a monster river cat, which the father said weighed one thousand pounds. For a man and a twelve year old boy to land a cat fish that large was some job, but after an hour’s hard labor they did so and while Dad reset the trot line the boy was put to hold the fish lest he flip and flop and get back into the water, and safety first being his motto, he tied a rope in the gills of the fish and then looped it around the boy’s waist. “I was no sooner out in the water than that fish seemed to get the devil into it and jumped and skipped like a chicken with its head cut off and my boy began to cry for help because the fish got nearer the water every time it
