Grandpa’s etsy Fish Camp store

His name was Clay, my maternal grandfather. 

He carved wood fish for me to play with, he let me glue their eyes on as we sat on the front porch of Grandpa’s Fish Camp. 

Every fish decoy I hold I can still hear the ducks landing in the lake, the splash of fish jumping out of the water to catch the tiny bugs that flew by. 

Most of the fish he carved came from old pieces of lumber, some were carved from the wood of trees that fell in the woods. 

I never saw my grandfather put any of his fish decoys into the lake, most sat on the front porch rail, some on the fireplace mantel, others left on my bed in “Donnies” bedroom. 

I asked my grandmother, Tess, where he fished with the decoys and this is what she said:   

“Donnie, he made all those fish things for you, not for the fish.” 

Those are the fish things I keep… 

…the ones listed here are not those but they all… 

…came from Grandpa’s Old Tackle Box… 

…at Fish Camp. 

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