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Comments for Boats to Build
"I'm gonna build me a boat with these two hands. It'll be fair curve from a noble plan. Let the chips fall where they will cause I've got boats to build." --Guy Clark
Sat, 07 Aug 2010 15:23:33 +0000
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Comment on The Funeral Parlor Chairs by Lynn Wood Berky
https://boatstobuild.wordpress.com/2010/08/07/the-funeral-parlor-chairs/#comment-372
Sat, 07 Aug 2010 15:23:33 +0000
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Too funny Willi! Glad you get to keep some of the family furniture in the family….without the fanny attachment of course!
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Comment on A McClain Story For the Reunion by Lynn Wood Berky
https://boatstobuild.wordpress.com/2010/06/12/a-mcclain-story-for-the-reunion/#comment-371
Sun, 27 Jun 2010 13:45:51 +0000
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What a great story! Most likely it was “shine” from up in the hills…wonder if he had a souped up old car or truck?
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Comment on A McClain Story For the Reunion by jswilli56
https://boatstobuild.wordpress.com/2010/06/12/a-mcclain-story-for-the-reunion/#comment-370
Sun, 13 Jun 2010 01:53:20 +0000
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In reply to Molly.
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Comment on A McClain Story For the Reunion by Molly
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Sun, 13 Jun 2010 01:29:44 +0000
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When I saw your title, I had to rub my eyes. I misread the name as McCain. I was thinking no that can’t be right.
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Comment on Frog Gigging by jswilli56
https://boatstobuild.wordpress.com/2010/06/06/frog-gigging/#comment-368
Mon, 07 Jun 2010 10:46:59 +0000
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In reply to Lynn Wood Berky.
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Comment on Frog Gigging by Lynn Wood Berky
https://boatstobuild.wordpress.com/2010/06/06/frog-gigging/#comment-366
Sun, 06 Jun 2010 16:38:58 +0000
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I remember frog gigging with my dad, Sam Wood, brother Michael and a few times with my grandfather Victor Dickson. We would go to Lake Conway most of the time, and a few times up around Heber Springs.
We would pack up in the wee hours of the morning with daddy’s gigs, a sack or two, flashlight and an old Coleman lantern. Soon we would be in an old john-boat, after having promised to be oh so quiet so as not to scare off our prey….the bull frog.
We would set the lantern in the middle of the boat, daddy would have his gear laid out at the ready and he would use his strong right arm to scull quietly across the lake, carefully avoiding the tree stumps and sunken logs, guiding us to the perfect spot. He would slip into the hip deep water as quietly as he could, flashlight in the left hand and a gig in his right, held high as if to throw a javelin. We had to remain perfectly still and watch the story unfold. He would scan the shore line with the flashlight and watch for the tell tale signs of our prey. A quick glimmer of light reflected in a set of eyes or a sudden splash would alert him and suddenly in a flash there was a big old bull frog dangling, and still squirming, at the end of the gig. Quick as a flash it was in the bag and he was ready again. He would hold the edge of the boat and slowly walk through the murky water, light sweeping side to side. He would stop and look intently, because he couldn’t hear well, and then he would move on. This action was repeated until we had a bag full or until the pink edges of the sun began to glow over the eastern side of the lake, whichever came first. Then he would climb back into the boat, lower the little trolling motor and we would zig zag back across the lake to the old station wagon and head home. I imagine Mikey and I would fall back to sleep on the leisurely ride back home with our wriggling treasure.
I sure miss those days. ]]>
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Comment on Frog Gigging by Molly
https://boatstobuild.wordpress.com/2010/06/06/frog-gigging/#comment-364
Sun, 06 Jun 2010 11:14:09 +0000
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Amazing story…that must of been some experience, stabbing frogs in a boat at night.
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Comment on The First Float Trip by Myrna
https://boatstobuild.wordpress.com/2010/05/15/the-first-float-trip/#comment-356
Sat, 15 May 2010 15:44:40 +0000
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These are all very interesting. You need to save them and when and if you ever retire make a book of all your experiences. You have a good writing style and lots of varied memories. I remember that trip because Martha and I drove to the spot where you put in and then went to Eureka Springs and toured everything. Yes, even the house where Grandma was sitting in the rocking chair asleep. We stayed at the Joy Motel. What fun times. Keep writing!!
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Comment on The First Float Trip by Vicki May
https://boatstobuild.wordpress.com/2010/05/15/the-first-float-trip/#comment-355
Sat, 15 May 2010 03:26:55 +0000
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I swear John Strait, you may be losing your hearing but you are definitely not losing your memory or your mind. What great memories you have. I seem to think I was hatched as I have little or none of those.
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Comment on Stepped in what? by Shelley
https://boatstobuild.wordpress.com/2010/05/13/stepped-in-what/#comment-354
Fri, 14 May 2010 01:42:47 +0000
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Really now John…look at all of my priceless sarcasm you may have missed over the years…I mean, there have been quite a few gems ya’, maybe, didn’t catch…Make peace with you auditory challenges and don’t miss any more 🙂
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Most likely moonshine. Arkansas is too far from Canada and the Ozarks are closer.
]]>So your Grandpa was a runner…do you suppose he was running moonshine or something from Canada?
]]>This is a great story, very descriptive. Thanks for posting. I miss those days too.
]]>We would pack up in the wee hours of the morning with daddy’s gigs, a sack or two, flashlight and an old Coleman lantern. Soon we would be in an old john-boat, after having promised to be oh so quiet so as not to scare off our prey….the bull frog.
We would set the lantern in the middle of the boat, daddy would have his gear laid out at the ready and he would use his strong right arm to scull quietly across the lake, carefully avoiding the tree stumps and sunken logs, guiding us to the perfect spot. He would slip into the hip deep water as quietly as he could, flashlight in the left hand and a gig in his right, held high as if to throw a javelin. We had to remain perfectly still and watch the story unfold. He would scan the shore line with the flashlight and watch for the tell tale signs of our prey. A quick glimmer of light reflected in a set of eyes or a sudden splash would alert him and suddenly in a flash there was a big old bull frog dangling, and still squirming, at the end of the gig. Quick as a flash it was in the bag and he was ready again. He would hold the edge of the boat and slowly walk through the murky water, light sweeping side to side. He would stop and look intently, because he couldn’t hear well, and then he would move on. This action was repeated until we had a bag full or until the pink edges of the sun began to glow over the eastern side of the lake, whichever came first. Then he would climb back into the boat, lower the little trolling motor and we would zig zag back across the lake to the old station wagon and head home. I imagine Mikey and I would fall back to sleep on the leisurely ride back home with our wriggling treasure.
I sure miss those days. ]]>