by Wahoo » Fri Nov 13, 2009 8:52 pm
Funny you mention dead deer floating by. One summer when I was 15 or thereabouts, pals of mine, whose relatives owned a hunt club in central Va, and I spent a lot of time camping out on the bank of the Rivanna River on their property, night fishing for catfish, just by feeling the tension in the fishing line in the total darkness (though we caught eels mostly...nasty sumbitches...they'll bite the hell out of you if you're not careful), and frolicking in the river and fishing for smallmouth bass during the day, just like Indians had done at the same site for centuries before us. One day we were wading down the river, fishing for bass. I was chest deep in the water and casting for bass when something out the corner of my eye caught my attention. I glanced down as the bloated carcass of a dead deer floated by, just inches away from me, in the current. I almost heaved the catfish I'd eaten the night before!
What I wouldn't give to relive those careless, blissful days.