Fishing Stories
Fishing Stories Like many boys growing up in the south, my brothers and I learned fishing, hunting, and how to shoot a gun from our grandfather. My earliest memory of shooting a gun was shooting a 410 shotgun into Grape Creek after feeding cows when I was about 6 years old. We grew up on stories about hunting in the Richland Creek and Grape Creek bottoms and fishing in the Trinity River. He loves to tell how he shot a deer with an SMLE (.303 caliber Lee-Enfield rifle he owns, made in 1916) and it blew out 6 inches of spine killing the deer nearly instantly and how another time he had to drag a deer across a slough near Richland Creek after killing it. My folks still love to tell one story about me hunting when I was about 14. One of my grandfather’s workers took me hunting. It was about 35 degrees outside and raining. He had me posted in a brush pile while he went further down in the property. Later on, he said he saw a nice sized buck behind me, but I never shot it. I don’t reme