Spider's Big Catch

Written by Gary E. Anderson

Spider's Big Catch (Fromrepparttar book Spider’s Big Catch) Gary E. Anderson www.abciowa.com

When I was in college, Spider McGee, Charlie Fox, and I loved to fish offrepparttar 118167 log boom inrepparttar 118168 river near my house on summer afternoons. We'd sit and talk about life, drink hot chocolate, and occasionally catch a fish or two. But one day, Spider yelled, "Hey, I got something, and it feels big!"

Catching any fish—of any size—was always a surprise, but hooking something big was reason for genuine excitement. As Spider began to reel, his pole bent almost in half.

"This thing is a monster," he said,repparttar 118169 drag on his reel screaming.

After twenty minutes or so, he'd gotten it close enough torepparttar 118170 boom to get a glimpse of his catch. It was a snapping turtle.

"Ah, man, that's too bad," said Charlie. "I thought maybe you had Old Granddad there, for a second. Cutrepparttar 118171 line and let him go."

"Are you crazy?" said Spider. "That lure was given to my dad by his grandfather. It was hand-carved in Norway—and he doesn’t even know I borrowed it! I gotta get it back."

"Well, how're you gonna do that?" I asked—and was soon sorry I had.

"I'll just bring him up torepparttar 118172 edge ofrepparttar 118173 boom, and you guys reach out and grab it," Spider said calmly.

Now, I'm dumb, but I'm not stupid.

I said, "No, no, no—you bring him torepparttar 118174 edge ofrepparttar 118175 boom, and then I'll try to pryrepparttar 118176 lure loose with a stick."

"OK, that’ll work," said Spider.

As Spider struggled to bringrepparttar 118177 turtle close torepparttar 118178 edge ofrepparttar 118179 boom, Charlie handed me a long stick. I reached out, andrepparttar 118180 turtle's jaws instantly clamped down onrepparttar 118181 stick. I lifted him out ofrepparttar 118182 water, and we headed towardrepparttar 118183 bank.

Once on shore, we setrepparttar 118184 angry turtle onrepparttar 118185 ground, but he refused to let go ofrepparttar 118186 stick,repparttar 118187 lure still dangling fromrepparttar 118188 corner of his mouth. I reached out with my tennis shoe to nudge him inrepparttar 118189 back, and instantly learned several interesting things about snapping turtles. First, they're not as slow as you might think, second, they're very agile, and third, they're well-named.

In a heartbeat,repparttar 118190 turtle's neck shot out, reached completely behind him, and bit throughrepparttar 118191 end of my sneaker. Then, spitting out rubber and nylon, he turned and looked at us menacingly.

Spider's Night on the Boom

Written by Gary E. Anderson

Spider's Night onrepparttar Boom (An excerpt fromrepparttar 118166 book Spider’s Night onrepparttar 118167 Boom) by Gary E. Anderson www.abciowa.com

I've never been what you'd call a wild child. When I was in grade school,repparttar 118168 most negative thing teachers used to write on my report cards was "can't keep hands off other students."

In high school, I deliberately skipped class once, butrepparttar 118169 next day,repparttar 118170 teacher only said, "That's OK. You must've had a good reason," and when I tried skipping classes in college, no one even noticed.

My idea of a rousing Friday night was for Spider McGee, Digger Sanby and me to grab our poles and head for a night's fishing onrepparttar 118171 log boom. One night,repparttar 118172 three of us were sitting side by side inrepparttar 118173 dark, drinking cocoa and talking about life, when I suddenly felt a tug on my line. I jerked back to setrepparttar 118174 hook, and my pole hit Spider squarely acrossrepparttar 118175 face.

As he reached up, his hat flew off—right intorepparttar 118176 river. It must have been one of his favorite hats, because a second later, Spider was inrepparttar 118177 water himself. I was now faced with a classic dilemma. My buddy was inrepparttar 118178 water—but I had a fish onrepparttar 118179 line.

Without hesitation, I shouted, "Hey, Digger! Helprepparttar 118180 guy, will ya? I got a fish on here!"

When we'd hauled Spider back ontorepparttar 118181 boom, his drenched red hair and beard made him look like a large waterlogged orangutan—and an angry orangutan. Seems he'd also dropped his pole inrepparttar 118182 water when he decided to go for a swim. I didn't see how he could blame me for his carelessness, but he didn’t seem to be inrepparttar 118183 mood to discuss it.

Byrepparttar 118184 time he'd finally stopped whimpering, I'd landed my fish. In true “make do” fashion, Spider tried to salvagerepparttar 118185 night by pulling a bunch of line out of his tackle box and tyingrepparttar 118186 whole setup to his ankle. After he'd cast out his makeshift setup, everything was quiet for awhile, until I heard a distinct "OOOF!"

I looked to my left and saw Spider going intorepparttar 118187 river again. But this time, he was holding ontorepparttar 118188 boom, his legs pointed downstream. Wow! It looked like he'd hooked intorepparttar 118189 giant catfish we called "Old Granddad!" Strangely, he didn't seem too happy about it. I ran over to help.

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