Clinch Valley news. [volume] (Jeffersonville, Va.) 18??-2019, 1913-07-04
Children Cry
FOR FLETCHER'S
9 a 8 T O Fri a

else could take it, and the
Simon always goes to the bot
tom, and swallows its fish, in
stead of running off as the pike
and bass do" Everyone had
something to say, as to when
was the proper time to jerk. and
after waiting two or three
minutes Harry said he had given
it enough time, and reeled up
his sack line, and ran backwards
giving a strong pull with his
pole and low and behold instead
| of hooking a fifteen or twenty
pound salmon he swiped little
yellow mud catfish about twice
the length of the fish it had
swallowed. We all thought it
was the meanest looking fish we
had ever seen. You ought to
have seen Harry's look of dis
gust and heard us hollow when
we saw his catch and he never
did hear the last of that
Simon. We put in most of the
rest of the day fishing and
caught nice lot of bass to bring
home with the pike, but caught
none over seventeen or eighteen
inches. long-have caught larger
ones in the Climb since.
AS we felt pretty we'll satisfied
with our luck and our stock of
provisions was getting low
owing TO our boarder, Joe, who
was not taken into account when
1--WE were preparing, we decided
to break camp and strike for
home early in the morning. Re-
turning the road seemed twice
IS long as it did on going and
| we were almost as glad to get
back as we were to start, but |
do not think | ever enjoyed
trip of the kind any more than
| did that one, and Inever failed
to think of it and look for our
camping ground and the maud
hole" when passing there on the
train. On our way here, | re-
GREETED that we passed there in
the night, as would have liked
very much to have taken one
more look, and pointed out to
the children where l had fished
thlrty-siX years ago. We were
jolly happy set of young fellows
then with our lives before us,
but Sam Peery and myself are
the only survivors.
| fear | have made this too
long, and should another fish
story be called for will try and
make it shorter. Little did any
of us think then that we would
ever ride by there on the Iron
Horse" or that thirty-six years
afterwards our trip would be
written about, and Sam C. Peery
can say whether it has been cor
rectly given. w. G. Young.
If you think it is worth the
printing and space taken up YOU
can print it. The 21st of this
month was the twelfth anniver-
sary Of the big flood, June 81,
1901, and if | had thought of it
in time would have written
about fishing trip. One day on
Jacobs Fork the following sum-
mer when l met for the first
time old man George Crigger,
who was washed away in his
house on the Dry Fork and
drowned in that big flood. He
talked to me a good deal of the
time as we fshed, told me of
his fights and showed me his
many scars, where cut with a
knife. He seemed to take quite
a liking to me, for he did not
forget me and would always
hunt me up whenever he came
to !azewell and always a cordial
invitation to go to his house if I
ever was near there. 1t was
interesting to me to hear him
tell of his scraps.
Pure stubbornness was the
cause of his death for after his
wife had been carried out of the
house, the water being all
around and beginning to enter,
ne refused to leave it saying he
had stayed in it IS years and if
1T left he would be ID if he
dldn,t 20 with it. In a very lit
t!e while it moved off with him
sitting astride the comb of the
roof. This was on Sunday and
MS body was not found and re-
covered until Thusrday, about S
drift. w g v "