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Through the Front Door! by Jim Kuebelbeck Dynamite Fishing Part 1 Growng up on a da ry farm n the 1940s, my brothers and I aways seemed to get nto our share of troub e n what tt e free t me we had. Work ng w th, and watch ng our father, however, we d d manage to earn a ot of me- chan ca sk s (and other th ngs) wh ch have served us we over the years. Occas ona y, we probab y earned some th ngs by “observat on”, Dad had not ntended for us to earn! One such esson w ong be remembered... My o dest brother John had en sted n the Navy, and wou d come home occas ona y on eave. We a eager y awa ted h s return. On one such v s t, my brother R chard to d John t had been dry dur ng the summer and the water eve n the creek had dropped so ow some f sh had been stranded n one of the deeper parts of the creek. He thought we shou d go and try to catch some of them. The thought of tak ng our cane po es and some ang e worms and go ng f sh ng w th my o der brothers once aga n sounded great. Unbeknownst to me, however, John had a d fferent p an. R chard had to work for a ne ghbor the next morn ng, and I had to f n sh up some of the chores by myse f. My dad was go ng to be gone for most of the morn ng a so, and when I f n shed my chores, my brother (the prod ga son as we had come to ca hm) f na y came out of the house. I asked hm when we were go ng to go f sh ng, because I wou d d g some worms. “I ve got a better dea,” he sa d. “Do you know where Dad keeps the dynam te he uses to b ast out stumps n the pasture?” “Sure,” I to d hm. “He keeps t up on the rafters n the garage”. When he asked about the fuses and b ast ng caps, I to d hm Dad a ways kept them h dden up on a she f n the granary, but I knew where they were. He wanted to go get them s nce t wou d be more fun than us ng worms. I d dn t know exact y what he meant, but I was beg nn ng to have some ser ous reservat ons about what “we” were up to, but after a , he was my o der brother, and sure y must know what he was do ng. R ght? I showed hm where the dynam te was kept, and there were three st cks eft n the box. “Th s mght be enough,” he sa d. After we rounded up the fuses and b ast ng caps, he to d me to get a ro of e ectr ca tape from Dad s shop. I d dn t know what we needed the tape for, but I d dn t ask any quest ons. When I came back w th the tape he sa d, “Okay, et s go f sh ng!” Unbeknownst to us, my mother had seen us go nto the d fferent bu d ngs and, just as we were oad ng up our “f sh ng equ pment” nto Dad s o d car, she came out of the house and asked what we were do ng. John to d her we were go ng to get some f sh. “And just how you p an to do that?” she asked. John to d her not to worry, because he knew what he was do ng. “I don t th nk you shou d be do ng that” were the ast words we heard as my brother started the car. More Dynamite Fishing next month. The statements and comments in this article are based on information and references believed to be true and factual. If you have any questions or comments please forward them to me in care of WWDR . Jim Jim Kuebelbeck may be contacted via e-mail to michele@worldwidedrillingresource.com 48 MAY 2016 WorldWide Drilling Resource ®