Learning to Fish
Well, my daddy learned me how to catch a fish. The mountain trout, the original, the speckled trout.
You have to go away back to get ‘em. Way back, and rough. You got to have the goods. You got to
be able to walk and to stand the rough stuff. They’re still up there. He catched’em with a little hook he
would buy. The’ [wudn] many hooks, like ever’thing else. They was crooked. Most of ‘em is crooked,
but them had to be special to hold them fish. And he used red worms, did ‘em ‘fore he started.
When he first started to learn me to do that on Bryson’s Branch, on Collinses Creek, right where the
pant’er got us, he said, “Before you start doin’ this you got to get your mind set and be steady, be
ready before that fish bites. I was just a boy; I didn’ understand it much. But I got on to it pretty quick.
“Now be ready before the fish bites.”