Lazy afternoon fishing, and yellow handles.

Another great read as always Carl. Thanks for the many inspiring tales fo your life, we appreciate each one.
 
Carl, that was a nice and layed back history. One can feel the precence of the caracters. The description of the fishcleaning almost made me feel being there. I always look forward to the times you write for us here. Thank you.

Duncan, That was nice reading. Somehow even though I dont know you this was not an unexpected story. I have had the feeling that you been into sports.

Bosse
 
Great tale, Carl. :thumbup::thumbup::thumbup: Of course, being a peanut guy myself, my favorite part was ...

jackknife said:
While he was talking to them, the old man had reached into his pocket and taken out a small two bladed jackknife with yellow handles. It was so small that they had trouble seeing it in the old mans knarled hands. The old man pulled open the main blade, and they saw the two inch needle pointed little gray blade that had been sharpened down over many years to a slim pointy little profile.

"Well, sometimes simple is good. But some of it is where you fish." He said as he worked. They watched as the old man slipped the blade in behind the jaw, and with what looked like a flick of his wrist, he opened up the fish belly like a surgeon. ...

The old man held out his hand, with the little yellow handle knife on it.

"That son, is a Case. Nuthin fancy, just a couple of good old carbon steel blades. Some folks call it a peanut. I've been toting that knife around for a very long time, and its become like an old friend. It's hard to wrong with Case, although there's lots of newer fancy knives on the market. But I just stick with whats worked for me almost my whole life."
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Great story Carl.

Little different, but there are pics of my little brother when he was much younger, with his Scooby Doo fishing rod on the Middle River. Oh, everyone in the marina said he was cute out there, sitting intently with the marina pup, Dixie, looking over his shoulder. Their eyes almost bugged out when they saw the catfish he was pulling out of there.
 
First thread I've read on here, just signed up to this forum.
Loved the story, the old man reminds me of my great-grandpa who used to take a little mints tin (not altoids :P) full of homemade flys and line and he'd just use a long stick he'd find by the river as a basic rod. He'd go fishing in rivers in Wales where he lived and he'd come home with a few Trout for us to eat but I never saw that man leave with a fishing rod :).
 
Haven't heard from Karl in a while.
Hope he's OK.
Several people have asked but no word.
 
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