Robert J Samples wrote:
Years ago, before I-10 was completed between Baton Rouge and New Orleans, drivers would have to depart the interstate section and drive on the older highway for stretches, and these often were bordered by bayous where often people would be fishing.
Once i was one of the switch overs, had to stop for a traffic light and there was an elderly black woman fishing in the bayou beside the road, seated on a folding chair and using a long cane pole. She suddenly got a bite, and upon hooking this bowfin, or grinnell, she jerked it so hard the fish flew up in the air and in an arc over her head by at least 10 feet, and then lands as far back on the bank as it had been in the water in front of her. I almost died laughing, honked my horn and gave her a "thumbs up" sign. That bowfin never knew what hit it. Just Sayin...RJS
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Your story reminds me of when I used to regularly go for catfish out at the Sutter Bypass - a couple of irrigation/flood control canals just west of the Feather River. On a warm summer night there would always be a host of fisher folk out there sitting in their lawn chairs, generally with their poles held in the "Y" of a forked stick, sipping a beer or coca-cola, waitin for a catfish to give their pole a jerk. Don't recall seeing any cane poles, but I know that ol woman well and she is mighty fine company. Just don't try to horn in on her fishin spot.