A Fish Tale
If fishing was good on the upper end of Hatchett Creek then it must be even better in the waters between US-280 and US-231 Bridges. George, Bob, Steve and I decided to try it since there was a good chance no one had attempted it lately and we would be fishing in virtually virgin waters. Mr. "X" found out about it and tagged along. He had just purchased a new Coleman canoe and was anxious to get it wet. He had educated himself on his last trip the hard way. Our goal was to catch a mess of fish and have a fish fry that night at the house. The best way to catch the most fish was to paddle tandem and hit every foot of the creek along each bank with a lure. George and I were in his red Mohawk, Steve and Bob were in Steve’s green Coleman and Mr. "X" went in his new red Coleman. Mr. "X" started first and stayed well ahead of everyone and out of the way. Fish were being caught almost as soon as the rods began flipping. I was paddling our boat and Steve was padd...