We used to catfish on the river at night. The fog would come in pretty heavy and we’d be in backwaters running trot lines . There was very little current and sometimes it was a back current. We would “bump the bank” to get back out on the river. Then my dad would light a book match and flip it out of the boat. With the flashlight on the extinguished match we’d watch the direction it floated. Then head up or down the river to where we were “camped”. Did that several times. My dad never panicked and could find humor in about every situation. 60 years have gone by but I can see that book match floating in the water like it was last night.
Nothing like being on the Mississippi or Missouri at night and encounter a big barge coming up river. “Hove to” the old man would order. We weren’t sailors but we knew to him that meant get over to the bank and get behind something that would break the wake to keep from swamping our tiny 14 foot aluminum boat.
Iowa Dave
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Dave
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