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Chuck Hinman: Chuck Hinman, Fisherman. Like all true fishermen, we went to sleep that night with visions of 'the big one that got away!'
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By Chuck Hinman

Chuck Hinman, Fisherman

Boys get their zeal for fishing by having a dad who enjoyed that pastime and shared his enthusiasm with his family. However it didn't happen that way in the Hinman family.

Dad was not a fisherman so nothing rubbed off on me and I didn't pass anything of that nature to our kids, Paul and Mary Ann.

No idea where fishing pole came from

I have no idea where the cane fishing pole came from that laid on top of a couple of spike nails on the east side of the garage. The fishing pole was fully equipped. All you needed was a can of fishing worms and a fishing hole on nearby Wolf Creek and you were in business.

It is not necessary for a boy to have a daddy to learn how to use a fishing pole. Some things come naturally and fishing is one of those.

Finding fishing worms and a dry weather substitute

In the dust bowl days finding a few fishing worms could present a problem. They were easier to find when there was plenty of moisture -- like under a big rock or a board. If you just simply couldn't find any worms because it had been so dry, a big old green grasshopper worked about as well.

A person is half-dead already whose heart doesn't skip a beat when watching his bobbin disappear on his first cast. And that was just the beginning of an afternoon of fun. But don't get me wrong. Sometimes nothing happened for hours.

In the days to follow we got a quarter's worth of additional fish hooks, lead sinkers, a bobbin or two, and a stringer for our 'catch.' The catch in those days in the '30s consisted of one-half pound (or less) bull heads.

Some fish for the fisherman's supper

Even though we rarely caught enough fish for the whole family, Mom was a good sport and knew how to clean (skin) a bullhead so her 'little fishermen' had some fish for their supper. I never saw so many little bones!

Like all true fishermen, we went to sleep that night with visions of 'the big one that got away!'

Written by Chuck Hinman, 3 June 2008.

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