This is my post for #freewriters 2324 prompt the 11th dimension hosted
Today we went to the Stick Marsh play fishing for freshwater catfish. I do not care to eat freshwater fish but my husband loves the catfish to eat, I like to catch them.
The Stick Marsh used to be woods and swamp where we used to camp in the 1960s and in 1987 the state flooded the land making a 6500 acre reservoir. In 1915 they were going to build a town called Broadmoor it was slated to be Fellsmere's sister town with two community parks, streets named for universities, and more than 1,200 homes. However a tropical storm in 1916 flooded the area, and it was never developed.
I am not sure the exact location of the town of Broadmoor but everyone says it is also underwater now. I am not sure what the 11th dimension is but when you go out there, it feels like you are in it.
The last time we went there, my husband's truck overheated on our way home, and we had to keep stopping at ditches to fill water bottles with water to pour in it, on one stop a man pulled over and gave us all the bottles of water that he had in his truck. So today we were both praying that nothing would happen this time. A couple of months ago we went to Lake Garcia and on the way home, the bearings went out on one of the tires on the boat trailer. Thank you, God, for letting us get home this time without any breakdowns.
We gathered several worms from our garden and took chicken livers, my husband grabbed two packages of the livers but when he went to use them he found one package was gizzards that were very old, so old that they looked white and floated, the gizzards do not work for catfish like the livers do, with us not having many livers, I stuck to using the worms and let my husband use the livers. I did this because if he is not catching he would want to go home. He caught 11 catfish and I caught 3 on the worms, that is how much better livers are than worms. I did use one piece of liver before we found that one package was gizzards and I caught the biggest catfish on it. I told him that I did not catch many but I caught the biggest one, hehehehe.
The only bad thing about catching them is having to clean them. He makes a thin cut from the bottom of one gill across the top to the other gill but does not cut the bottom.
Then he hangs the fish on a nail and with special pliers he grabs the skin and pulls it off.
photos are mine