Remember The Week Of The Crow? Well it's time for the Blind Pig & the Acorn's Week of the Fish.
Don't get too far away from the Blind Pig this week as we gather round for a few fishing tales and a few giveaways as well.
First up on the giveaway list-2 books written by Jim Casada-Modern Fly Fishing and Fly Fishing In The Great Smoky Mountains National Park.
The books are special on their own-however there's something that makes them extra special. The books belonged to Jim's father, Commodore Casada.
A good while back Jim donated the books for me to use as giveaways here on the Blind Pig. Knowing the books were written by Jim and then inscribed to his Father touches my heart in a way that I just can't explain.
Stay tuned for details about the giveaways, and drop back by tomorrow for the first installment in The Week of the Fish.
Tipper
Oh boy, fish stories! I'm already laughing about the one in the car. And that song will be playing in my head all day now..."boop boop" to you, too, B. Ruth :)
Posted by: quinn | July 24, 2012 at 10:10 AM
Sue-My son in law comes from the Newland-Linville area also and is a addicted fly fisherman. He takes his tying stuff along with him and ties whatever he thinks the trout are hitting that day. He fishes in the dead of winter when he has to wade through snow to get the water. He belongs to that Trout Unlimited so he will only keep trophy fish, so I don't get to eat too many. He also works some as a guide there in Avery County and over in East Tennessee. That way he gets to fish and gets paid for it. He has gone to Idaho and Colorado and Alaska and Canada just to catch some fish to throw back. What a life!
Posted by: Ed Ammons | July 23, 2012 at 06:41 PM
Fly fishing is on my bucket list for when I get back in the mountains. By the way, tell the Deer Hunter that I used to look like that about 30 years ago!
Posted by: Mike McLain | July 23, 2012 at 06:40 PM
If I were a bettin' man I would bet that the Deer Hunter or Ed have heard this tall fish tale but for those out there that ain't here goes!
These two guys were out fishing for catfish in their boat. They had been catching fish all day and each one just got bigger. Finally one guy hung one. he fought it for while then it just stopped moving. He told his buddy that he knew the fish was still there but it wouldn't move at all. His buddy said well, I've got some scuba gear and if the tank still has some oxygen in it, I'll go down and take a look. Be sure and keep the line tight and I'll go down. Few minutes later the guy came back up to the boat. He had a big smile on his face and said that they had hooked a humungus catfish. He went on to say that they were over an old junk yard and this catfish had swam into an old ford and that's why the line won't budge because it's wrapped around inside the car. Well, why don't you try to untangle the line. It ain't no use; I've tried. Why not the guy asked? Cause ever time I start over to the car he rolls up the windows and locks the doors.
Those catfish can be pretty smart if they are old enough LOL.
Posted by: Bradley | July 23, 2012 at 05:45 PM
Tipper,
That bloopers story Angie sent in
made my side hurt. Ole Bill is my
Hero fishin' in the lake and that
7 minutes tickled the mud out of
me. I had seen the one where his
shin hit his trailer hitch on TV
a few times. Thanks Angie...Ken
Posted by: Ken | July 23, 2012 at 05:43 PM
Tipper,
I had a big blue-channel catfish as one of my best friends growing up. One early Spring day 'Ole Blue' came up around my Dad's feet while he was washing the boat and cleaning out all of the dirt dabbers that had built nests in the hull. He became very talkative and friendly with Dad and got a few tidbits tossed to him for his troubles. When the family went to ski the following weekend Blue and I became fast friends, hanging out together on my blow up raft. He loved to swim together and he loved to get cheese and potato chip treats. Biggest blue channel catfish I ever saw or probably ever will - Blue was a granddaddy of them all and a good buddy. Unfortunately a friend of my brother's hopped the fence and caught Blue one late summer day. My sweet and thoughtful Brother told me that Blue got married and left the cove to start a family and for over 20 years did not tell me. I did became kosher about catfish because of Blue, but I still love to eat Bass, Brim etc. . . . :)
Posted by: Rush | July 23, 2012 at 04:43 PM
Tipper,
This is the famous 1939 hit...
I think of every time I go fishin'
sung in fish language...there are more verses but just too long to print here...
Three Little Fishies (or Itty bitty pool)was a hit in the south and a complex mixture of writers and bands for this song...one would need to weed out...one from Tennessee and one from NC...
Three Little Fishies (or Itty bitty pool)
Down in de meddy in a itty bitty poo,
Fam fee itty fitty and a mama fitty, foo.
"Fim," fed de mama fitty, "fim if oo tan,"
And dey fam and dey fam all over de dam.
Boop boop dit-tem dat-tem what-tem Chu!
Boop boop dit-tem dat-tem what-tem Chu!
Boop boop dit-tem dat-tem what-tem Chu!
And dey fam all over de dam.
Thanks Tipper,
When I was in high school we did a skit to this crazy little song...My favorite fish song, of which there are many, is "Five Pound Bass"....Brad Paisleys "I am going to miss her" is funny as well....
Posted by: B. ruth | July 23, 2012 at 01:47 PM
my daughter is taking a fly tieing class this summer and loves it. She and her husband are newbies to fly fishing. They live in the Newland-Linville area so have plenty of waters to chase those fish in :)
Posted by: Sue Crane | July 23, 2012 at 01:30 PM
I manage a reservoir for the local water authority here and I hear my share of fish stories from the fisherman who fish here. One thing that I have learned is,the longer they talk about the one that got away or the one they released the bigger it gets! Here is one that I actually witnessed myself. A guy was bank fishing for catfish and he hooked a nice channel cat. He fought it for a while trying to get it in to shore. Well, he finally got it right up to the bank when his line snapped. This fellow threw his rod down,jumped in the water which is about knee deep and commenced to wrangle that fish until he actually came out with it! I don't know if he had just plain tuckered that cat out or if the fish was just so surprised that he jumped in after him that it didn't think about swimming away quickly. The guy said that he had fought that thing too long to let it get away that easy!
If you are down in my neck of the woods stop by, wet a hook and tell me your fish story!
Posted by: Ron Banks | July 23, 2012 at 01:16 PM
http://www.snotr.com/video/5987
I thought you may enjoy these bloopers Tipper. I hope that the Deer Hunter never has this much trouble when he's fishing.
Enjoy..Angie
Posted by: Angie | July 23, 2012 at 12:02 PM
Tipper,
I'm looking forward to reading all
the folks' stories of fishin'. That is my favorite sport, something I grew up with as a boy
and still enjoy...Ken
Posted by: Ken | July 23, 2012 at 11:26 AM
Hummm! This week should be interesting. I would love to give those books to my son who does a lot of fishing. Sometimes, he takes his wife and daughter, but usually it is his quiet time. I am anxious to read some interesting 'fishing stories' especially the one that got away. Oh! I get as far as the fishing pole and holding it in the water, but heavens forbid, I won'ts bait the hook! Yuckers!
Posted by: dolores barton | July 23, 2012 at 10:49 AM
Sure would taste good if it was fried up and on the plate.
Posted by: kat | July 23, 2012 at 08:42 AM
I do love fish, but I'm not a fisherman, all the fishing genes in the family went to my sister.
Posted by: Sheryl Paul | July 23, 2012 at 08:06 AM
Oh, Tipper, here the ponds are low, the rivers are low... but now I'd sure like a good mess of Penny's catfish!
Nothing like fresh blue or channel cat cooked up that way!
I will email you a pic of Hubby's big hook and line catfish.
Posted by: Mary Shipman | July 23, 2012 at 07:47 AM
That's a good picture to start the fish week....the Deer Hunter and his fish. He used to fish more than he does now. Seems like he is too busy with gardens, greenhouses and chickens to go fishing.
When the Deer Hunter was a little boy his dad took us trout fishing. I'm not much of a fisherman but I could clean the fish they caught, and that day the two of them kept me busy cleaning.
Posted by: Miss Cindy | July 23, 2012 at 07:20 AM
Now fish stories! I've got a few I could tell :) Looking forward to some TALL tales, Tipper!
Posted by: Granny Sue | July 23, 2012 at 07:19 AM
smiling at Ed's comment! :-D
Posted by: kathryn Magendie | July 23, 2012 at 07:13 AM
I've got me some tarter sauce, some sweet corn, some frozen hush puppies and some cabbage for coleslaw. Bring on the feesh!
Posted by: Ed Ammons | July 23, 2012 at 06:17 AM