RURAL BRYANT, SD,
AND THE BUFFALO MOUND,
Papa stopped the car that was carrying the family at Lake Norden by the bridge
that stood where a stream was flowing from the lake.
I looked down and saw a lot of fish in the water. "I'd sure like to catch some of them!" I thought.
What was I to use? I didn't have a fishing pole, line and hook and of course no bait.
But I went down to the water's edge, and then I saw a gunney sack on the ground. Why not a sack? I thought.
Going into the water, I stood and held the gunney sack open in the water as the cars crossed the bridge overhead.
The fish were travelling in groups, and a group of a dozen or so bullheads and perch swam right in! I had a sack full of fish!
I would have stood there and caught another sackful, but Papa couldn't wait for that.
We had to go with the one sack of fish I had caught.
The bullheads we skinned and threw in the pan and fried, and they were easy to eat, as they had few bones. But the perch!
They were a lot tastier than bullheads, but full of bones and hard to eat.--Pearl Stadem Ginther