Monday, May 4

Out Of Luck

Since cancelling out a recent fishing trip due to the weather, I seem to have gotten a fish craving like I have never had before. I could see huge bass frying with all the trimmings set on the table. My little woman must have seen through my mind. After 32 years I guess she can read it. She called me and said "go up to the market, they have some nice sea bass." When I did, always a little late, the man says, “we are sold out but have some haddock, cod and other types of fish." That didn’t appeal to me. I was standing there thinking of what would take the place of what I thought would look like the nearest thing to a bass on my plate for supper that night, when a voice out of the crowd spoke up and said, "Roscoe, if you will drive up to my house I will give you some fish." I looked around and it was my friend Dan Maggard. He informed me that he had been to Florida. Believe me it didn’t take me long to make up my mind, because I was already set on fish. I waited until he and his little wife finished their shopping, and up toward their home I followed. They live up on the mountain near the top of Cornett Hill. I was surprised to find such a cozy spot that is not too far from the woods. 1962


  1. Roscoe sure must have been shopping in the A&P. PHEW, they had fresh fish and when you got close to the area you could find it by the smell, or that was the way it was with me, as a young girl plumb up til today. When I fix fresh fish I put Vicks under my nose. My sister worked in the A&P when it was on Main Street and I know that had to be the place. I think one of the bosses was a Mr. Fitzpatrick. I always thought Roscoe would grab his old cane pole and his hominy can of worms and head over to Happy Hollow to catch him and the Mrs. enough for their supper. Roscoe and Happy Hollow, those two words go together like syrup and butter.

  2. Roscoe's fish story reminds me of fishing in the Kentucky River at Hazard. I guess I should say the North Fork of the Kentucky, just to be correct. In the 40's that river was badly polluted, so we fished just for the fun of it.

    My paper route ran up through Big Bottom, and I knew a place behind the Dr. Pepper plant where you could get down to the river easily. Just upstream from there was a dam. Mostly we caught little stuff, but there were some big red-horse suckers in there that would really fight. I caught one every now and then, but most of my riverbank time was spent falling in, or climbing trees, or just skipping flat rocks across the water. I almost always stopped by there when I got my papers delivered.