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To: Seth L. who wrote (54)	11/15/1997 7:17:00 PM
From: Larrie Woods	Respond to of 86

Seth, Maybe that was one em EELs. Don't want no truck wit dose, gg. When I was about 14 my Dad took me an my brothers king fishing. It was late June and we had plantin and things pretty well rounded up on the farm. Dad had heard the salmon were runnin pretty good in Willow Creek, so we headed up over Hatcher Pass and and down the Willow Creek Rd. It's pretty fur peice so we had a camp with us and tas almost noon when we arrived at the spot. Whilen everbody was setting up camp and fixin vitals, I grabed my pole, some treble hooks and gobbs of salmon eggs and wondered up the crick a couple hunderd yards, so to catch some fish for lunch. Made a couple of casts and nothing so went up further, and still nothing and up further til came to this big pool. Twas about 25 feet wide and maybe 30 or more foot long and deep. Could see four or five king salmon laying in the bottom. I was excited and fore certain that we'd have a lot of fish for lunch. Well, drifted them eggs down to them kings and they just didn't do nothing. And again and again and again and gegun to get pretty ex aspirated. I was fishin good the beach aside the creek was about five foot wide and behind that was alders for about 20 foot and they were about 10 foot tall. Made it hard to cast very well but was getting the job done. I heard a russle in the brush and looked but didn't see andthing. Kept fishing and then heard somebody's dog give a low quiet woof. I looked over my shoulder and there was this brown thing with head and shoulders and arms over the brush. Member the hands were kinda folded down together at the center. Who ever she was, she needed a manicure as her finger nails were about six inches long. Don't member deciding what to do, I just up and made arun for camp. When I got to camp, I was across the crick and Dad saw me and said, " you look white as a ghost", and "how did you get across the the creek?" I said thars a bar up there. Well we had some salammi fer lunch and then as my Dad wanted to get across the creek I took him up to where the bar was. Well we got there and there was the same pool with the kings in it and told my Dad right here. Dad said, wheres the sand bar and I said no! Thars a bar in the brush! I just ran across the crick. Dad said later he was sure thought I ment a sand bar cuse I wasn't wet above the knees and that pool was 14 ft deep. My dad been gone a long time now. I often think about him and chuckle about him and his sand bar. He's somewhar up thar, laughing about my jesus shoes. Spin me another one, Larrie