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Over the Limit

Letters from Ann Bowling, September 30, 2009

 

 

 

Our family loved to camp on Cebolla Creek.

 

When we would visit my husband Dewey’s aunt and uncle in Pensacola, Fla, we would fish with them, but tell them our trout were much better.

 

Finally the day came when they were able to visit us and drive with us to Colorado.

 

We had two cars, but only one tent.  On the way we stopped at a motel where we all became terribly ill with “the bug”.  We couldn’t eat-and had no desire to.

 

As soon as we were able to travel we drove to our favorite campground on Cebolla Creek.  My husband, Dewey, then drove me and the children to Fruita, Co to visit while he camped out with Uncle Mac and Aunt Virgie.  For a few days Dewey fished and they ate the fish he caught.  They were kept in an ice chest covered with a wet cloth until ready to cook.

 

On about the third day when Dewey came back to camp the game warden, Mr. Houston, was in camp with his supervisor from Denver.  They asked to see Dewey’s fish, and he showed them to them – just the day’s limit.  When they remarked on the size of the fish & said what nice fish they were, Aunt Virgie said, “you think those are nice, you should see the ones we have in the ice chest!”

 

Of course she showed them the chest full of fish – 81 of them – that she and Uncle Mac had caught and saved the days Dewey was fishing.  He had no idea they were even fishing!  Mr. Houston, Dewey, and the man from Denver drove into Lake City where Dewey went before the judge and paid $81 for 81 illegal fish.  He had $85 so wasn’t he lucky?