Lake Gaston
I remember visiting Uncle Bill and Aunt Betty Jo at their lakehouse on Lake Gaston. I was probably 5-7 years old. My cousin, Dan, taught me how to catch brim with just a line, a hook and a little bit of bread. We fished in the boathouse and caught probably 15-20 of them and had them on a stringer. It was late in the evening when we left them in the water, on the stringer, tied to the dock in the boathouse. The next morning, either my uncle or my father showed us a "magic trick." The brim were all gone! (well, except for some, uh, scraps...) He said the catfish had eaten them during the night. I suppose it's just as well, 'cause I'm sure we weren't going to eat them. Today, I'd let them go.
I also remember my uncle showing my cousin how to hold a catfish and not get stung by it. I don't think I held one.
Another memory is of my father swimming in the lake while wearing funky Hawaiian print swimtrunks. They had little bits of yellow in the design. He got startled when something started nibbling at him. Then he realized it was brim nibbling at the yellow spots on his mostly dark swimsuit. It was funny.
I also remember my uncle showing my cousin how to hold a catfish and not get stung by it. I don't think I held one.
Another memory is of my father swimming in the lake while wearing funky Hawaiian print swimtrunks. They had little bits of yellow in the design. He got startled when something started nibbling at him. Then he realized it was brim nibbling at the yellow spots on his mostly dark swimsuit. It was funny.
