OK, now you've gotten me curious. Can you explain what that means, without, of course, giving away more than you're comfortable with? It intrigues me, but I have no idea what it means.
My parents loved to fish. I grew up camping out on several different fishing bars all over B.C. Learning how to tie your own lines, catch and gut fish as a child was like a right of passage in a way. Bar fishing is when you fish on designated fishing spots off the land instead of in the water off of a boat. That's where those scary out houses came in. They took us ice fishing as well, athough that wasn't as fun becuase we couldn't really run around as much. We were fishing Bar kids.
The first couple of us went fishing alot, and it was fun. Every one knew who's kids belonged to who, and they all kind of looked out for us all. I had bug farms, and caught frogs and snakes. We Ran around alot on the farm properterites near by. Flattened pennies on the train tracks ( although we were never supposed to be wondering off that far. ) Several of the people who owned the farms got to know us, and actually started to let us into the house to use their bathrooms, and gave us cookies
My father actually got to know a few of these people, and intruduced us to them. We all lost several boots to jumping around in thick mud, near the culdrums, and I'll admit to being hosed off plenty of times outside in the back yard before I was allowed into the house, when we got home. We were quite happily filthy most of the time.
When the city went on strike one year, and stopped cutting the grass, we actually ended up infesting the entire neighbourhood with grasshoppers. That was my specialty !! I was a really good grasshopper catcher
xo - LV
