tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-468891502132816575.post8991268863516010542..comments2024-03-07T23:04:20.643-05:00Comments on ___prh...a day in the life....Blogging since July 2007: Fishing Holes of My Youth/Venice, Florida and Celina, OhioPRHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05429172501061105316noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-468891502132816575.post-17999614905874729512010-09-12T12:42:15.187-04:002010-09-12T12:42:15.187-04:00Great stories and pictures. My grandma and grandpa...Great stories and pictures. My grandma and grandpa were caretakers on a duck club for 20+ years. I would spend the whole summer there catching bass all day and catfish all night. I only slept when I had to.<br /><br />Near their house two canals came together with a short spit of land between them that tapered to a point...maybe 20 yards in total length. I would stand next to a natural gas pumping station, on a gravel road, and hit rocks...pretending I was playing baseball games. Stretching across the far canal was a bridge that sat quite a ways over the water. To me, that tall bridge was the Green Monster. A rock hit into the point of land in front of me was single. Over the far bank of the canal was a home run. Over the Green Monster bridge was not only a home run, but a feat to be marveled at. I played regular season games, playoffs and even the World Series. If the batter was right handed, I hit from the right side. For lefties, I hit from the left side. Turned me nto a good switch-hitter in real life. I have no idea how many rocks I hit...thousands over the years, I would think.<br /><br />Used to sit on the canal banks at night trying to get a catfish while listening to the Oakland A's games. I would give anything to go back and do it again.Gene Bachhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12266471278081134491noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-468891502132816575.post-5825296394929681792010-09-11T21:36:20.188-04:002010-09-11T21:36:20.188-04:0050 or 52 Sarge...but I think you might be right......50 or 52 Sarge...but I think you might be right...will have to ask mom. :) I know we towed it behind dad's 49 Buick when we moved to Florida in 1953...PRHhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05429172501061105316noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-468891502132816575.post-31274692447233727422010-09-11T17:08:50.654-04:002010-09-11T17:08:50.654-04:00test my memory, i think i see the left front finde...test my memory, i think i see the left front finder of a 1950 nash.Sarge Charliehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03533766216808955625noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-468891502132816575.post-18533810573058387702010-09-10T14:37:11.755-04:002010-09-10T14:37:11.755-04:00Lordy....lordy. That fish your Dad caught looks li...Lordy....lordy. That fish your Dad caught looks like a whale. I am still looking at the pic to determine where its tail is.Tell me one thing...did you guys eat it? If so did your Mama clean and cook it?Nancynoreply@blogger.com