JPK Huson 1863
Brev. Brig. Gen'l
- Joined
- Feb 14, 2012
- Location
- Central Pennsylvania
Guy with a gun must be bored plus annoyed he's on duty. No wonder he turned his back on all the fishing. LoC describes this as at a ' military bridge ', Bull Run- but really? Fishin'.
Maybe someone knows what you catch in those waters- yet another from Bull Run. Stick and string, gone fishin'.
This past weekend was remarkable for the number of cars up and down our lane out here in the woods. It's just woods, a big creek, a ton of rocky hills and deer, bear, turkey, raccoons and yes, snakes. And bugs, pick one. So nothing to see here. BUT. First day of fishing season opens Saturday. Our creek gets stocked and BOY does word get out. One of my favorite times of year. You see Dads trailing kids trailing poles, bobbers kicking up dust on the way out from line imperfectly reeled in. Fishermen marking their spot as carefully as surveyors setting up tripods. I'm sure women are welcome but sorry, maybe one in 30 and she'll be some nice young wife determined to share his interest. Please no one get upset- I'm a girl, I fish. Been watching this annual migration to our creek for over a decade. We don't seem smitten.
This is our best-known image of ' fishin' ' in ACW archives. Have to say that's where I'd choose if headed out for pickerel or catfish. Maybe a big black bass.
It's the timelessness here. Snooping around era photos, invading the privacy of ancestors isn't really stalking is it? I realize it's uncool and unfair to put words in the mouths of those no longer here to correct erroneous statements, too BUT. No one can tell me men didn't march over bridges, look down and think " Bet there's some big ones in there ". These images a little prove it- given the chance, they went fishin'.
Cropped and enlarged, Georgetown Ferry - off topic but that buggy's signage is from a business selling pop corn. Little amazed there's only one fisherman here.
Having had a shot at tracking down even what regiment might be attached to some of these images and failed beyond entire battalions it hit me- doesn't matter. In fact, I think I like them more for their anonymity. Not a lot in common with our ancestors. Watching damp men squelching along in waders and wellies this Saturday? Found something.
Wharf at Alexandria, Virginia. Two small boys, legs dangling while the business of war passes behind them? Fishin'.
Hang on. We ate a lot of fish 150 years ago.
Hancock's troops passed over this hasty bridge, there's a pontoon bridge in the background- and a soldier gone fishin' in the North Anna.
Jericho Mills is awesome, next.
