March 26, 2005
why did I think of this?
I don't know why this memory suddenly exploded in my head, but it did, just now. Have you ever "gigged" for flounder? I did that a lot when I was young.
We made the tools ourselves. Steal a 10' piece of 1" X 1" wood from where somebody was building a house and drive a ten-penny nail into one end. Bend the nail into a hook shape with a hammer and then file off the head by hand and file a good, sharp point on the bend of the nail. Presto! You had a good, sharp gigging tool. Then, learn to walk the salt water creek at low tide, just after sunset, with a flashlight in one hand and your gig in the other.
BIG flounder will scuttle along the bottom of the creek and you can see them with the flashlight as they kick up a mud-trail behind them. Stab those rascals with the gig and drag the wiggling thing out of the water, pry it off the hook and throw it into a 5-gallon bucket. We used to catch them 20 or 30 at a time that way.
We would haul the catch home and divide it up. My parents didn't eat fish, but I still wanted my share to give to Mrs. Meham down the street. She paid me $2.00 every two weeks in the summer to cut her grass and she liked fish. Plus, she was an old widow-woman and I liked being nice to her.
I wonder if boys still gig flounder today?
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