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| The Mighty Mississinewa Near Marion, Indiana. |
In July, 1987, the following story was printed in the Copper River Country Journal in Alaska...
When I was a Boy Scout, we used to go down the Mississinewa River. That was our river. We'd go down the Mississinewa in boats, the whole Scout troop, and we'd stop and camp along the way.
We'd go over the places where there were ripples, sort of like a minor whitewater. One year, when we'd go through these, the bass would jump in the air. The boat would scare them, I guess. Every time the boat would go through the ripples a sizable number would land right in the boat.
When we got through, we had enough fish so we each had enough at night. When we got back, we told them, 'The fish jumped in the boats!'
And they all thought we were a bunch of liars.
