Jay’s Gar Ponds Part 1

(Note: An agrichemical company hosting a farming conference asked the author to write a “tall tale” to be read in installments each morning.) Like a fierce-eyed fowl, the brutal sun that torrid July day glared down on Jaybird and Junior, and the Mississippi Delta humidity was so high that breathing would have been easier with gills. After loading their boat on Loretta, Junior’s beloved old pickup, they opened two soda pops, crawled into the cab, and headed down the road back to their farm. They were content. In addition to a nice mess of bluegills, crappie and bass, Jaybird caught a fine specimen of his favorite fish: the speckled blue catfish. With the wind blowing in his face as they rolled along, the old black man gazed wistfully across the neat, rectangular catfish ponds along the roadside. Jimmy Reed's Jay's Gar Ponds: Parts 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6,

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