You never know who you will run into when fishing the Clinch River. Several months ago my son, Dylan, and I traveled to Castlewood with just one thing in mind: fishing. We even have a favorite spot that we often visit . across from old Castlewood near where the old bridge used to be. This trip we were in for quite a surprise.
As we approached our preferred fishing hole, I noticed that someone was already there. A little disappointed, I asked if he would mind us setting up just a little up-river from him.
“Not at all. In fact, you two are welcome to join me right here. I would enjoy the company.”
He didn’t have to ask twice. I was more than ready and so was Dylan. After the proper introductions (he told me his name was ‘June Townes’) and a heartfelt ‘thank you’, Dylan and I baited our hooks and cast them into the water.
“You boys from around here?” our host asked.
I explained to him that we were from Atlanta and that we came to the Castlewood/St. Paul area to visit friends and family and to fish and that we were staying with my grandmother this trip.
