Thanks for sharing that story Tony. Anybody coming from WA state this sow bug? I would really like to try and make it next year, tough being out here on the edge of the earth. I've actually heard of Grays Harbor being referred to as the a** hole of the earth. Hmmm... I wouldn't go that far, they just don't like all the rain. Anyway hopefully I can make it out sometime to meet you all. Back to L.M. (lurk mode)
Later, Bill -----Original Message----- From: [EMAIL PROTECTED] [mailto:[EMAIL PROTECTED] Behalf Of Tony Spezio Sent: Friday, March 14, 2003 5:18 PM To: [EMAIL PROTECTED] Subject: [VFB] Carp Again All this talk about Carp brings back some fond memories. When I was about five or six years old my dad took me to the Passaic River to go fishing. He used a hand line and attached it to a bell with a spring that screwed into a board. You would put a rock on the board and wait till the bell would tingle. Corn meal balls was the bait. The Passaic River was a stinking polluted river at that time. He caught a couple of carp and we took them home. They were cleaned and I remember something about a mud vain that had to be removed. I also remember that just the backs were used, the belly part was thrown away or used in the garden. We did this on several occasions How we lived through all of that I don't know. Money was tight back in 1935 and 36. Then I thought how my buddy and I would make extra money while in high school. The upper Passaic River started to clean up some by 1945 and there were large carp in the river. We got our first spinning rods and we used to go the the upper Passaic River on our bicycles and catch Carp. Yes, we road bicycles when I was in High School. We would each catch several and put them in burlap sacks, hang them on the handle bars and head for the Jewish chicken markets. We had no problem selling the carp. The carp would be put in large holding tanks and we had to wait for our money till the carp showed no signs of dying. We did this a couple of times a week. Those were the carefree days. This buddy is the same one that showed me how to tie flies using mothers thread and yarn back then. We still get together once a year here in Arkansas but we are starting to feel our age. Thanks for stirring up my memories. Tony [EMAIL PROTECTED]
