mitch wrote:
When I lived on the base in Trenton, my friend and I would be on our bikes at o'dark thirty and headed for a particular trib of Cold Creek out by Wooler. Our backpacks would be filled with berries, apples and cherries, picked from the orchards we drove by. With bikes stashed in the long grass, we walked miles in search of brook trout. Nearing lunch time, a small fire was made, fish, lemon and butter were wrapped in tin foil and placed below the coals. With cans of mountain dew cooling in the stream our lunches couldn't have been better. Topped off the meal with a Colt. A few afternoon fish were gutted and wrapped in ferns for the ride back home. Had to stash the Colts in the railway trestle stonework for safekeeping until the next trip.
"Had to stash the Colts in the railway trestle stonework for safekeeping until the next trip."