I remember my dad catching a carp opposite the mill, where our propertiy met the river. He cut it into squares and buried it under hills of corn when he planted. Ears of corn were 18 to 20 inches long and had no flavor.
Looks like he was in grinder room B…a lovely spot!!!
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I remember my dad catching a carp opposite the mill, where our propertiy met the river. He cut it into squares and buried it under hills of corn when he planted. Ears of corn were 18 to 20 inches long and had no flavor.
Looks like he was in grinder room B…a lovely spot!!!