Draggingtree Posted May 11, 2014 Share Posted May 11, 2014 Life on the Mississippi Delta Trotline BaitBy Jimmy Reed (Bio and Archives) Sunday, May 11, 2014 On his Mississippi Delta farm, Dad built a commissary store. Between it and the only paved road running through that remote corner of the county stood a huge sycamore tree. Its limbs were broad enough to hold my pal Lamar and me on summer nights when we threw hard, green sycamore balls at passing cars. My boyhood best friend and mentor, Jaybird, warned us, “You boys keep up dat foolishness, and one of dese nights somebody gwine climb that tree and chop y’all into trotline bait.” “You jist tryin’ to skeer us,” Lamar said. “Nobody will ever look up in this tree. We hit four cars last night, and all the drivers done was git out, look around, cuss a little, and drive on.” “Don’t say I didn’t warn y’all. http://canadafreepress.com/index.php/article/62995 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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