Anyway, we were off in our red 57 Chevolet Station Wagon headed to somewhere near the Tennessee/Alabama line.
The car finally stopped on a country road near a hill loaded
with cedar trees. We all piled out of the wagon. I assumed that I would hear
fiddle music but only heard birds. Thank God, I didn't hear "banjo music", if you
know what I mean...
My dad told us to look for rocks about the size of a dinner
plate and about an 1" or 2" thick. I'm thinking what do we do with rocks, dig for worms. The good thing, there were plenty of rocks about the size that he described,
because cedar trees normally grow near limestone in thin soil, so there were
plenty of rocks. We carried three or four rocks up the hill and I noticed that
there were many cedar stumps about 2-3 inch in diameter and were sawed off about two
feet from the ground.
My dad said "Okay, its' time to fiddle up some
worms". "Grab a rock and bring it
over to this cedar stump". "Now watch me". He took the rock and lifted
on top of the stump and began moving it back and forth, kind of like you're
playing a fiddle. Humm.....I'm thinking this is interesting.....is this a joke?
After about 5 minutes of fiddling, worms began to appear all
around the stump. It was amazing! They were everywhere, wiggling in the leaf litter.
We begin to pick up the worms "like picking blackberries". We ended up with nearly a hundred fat, shiny, red worms. It wasn't long that we all piled back in the 57 chevy and headed to our favorite fishing hole. Interestingly, we only went fiddle worm hunting, once. I think this was something that they must have done when they were a kid and thought that it would be cool for us to experience. I must say, it was a special time and I always remember fiddling for worms........ Hey, paddle over to my website, LeoLakes.com for a beautiful lake, river, or bay map by me. Folks are discovering that these decor maps are wonderfully unique gifts that become family heirlooms. Oh yeah, I hide things in the lake waters, such as a tiny mermaid/fish. Folks love to search for them. I call my maps, treasured maps because most folks have that special body of water that they treasure. My treasured maps make a great gifts for the fisherman, lake lover, or Lake house.
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