Jason and Elihu

Shelley Fraser Mickle

Description

As soon as Jason hears the legend of Elihu, he knows he must catch the great fish. But Old Snout, the gator, guards Elihu. Legend says, too, that whenever Elihu is hooked, the bass whispers a secret. This novel also features two foster children looking for a home; Sundance, the miniature horse with a craving for peppermints; and a young girl who edits her dream of becoming an ice-skater as she recovers from a brain tumor that has robbed her balance.

Sujets

• Vie de famille
• Parentalité et Éducation des Enfants
• Sciences et techniques
• Fish
• Animals
• Nature

Informations

• Publié par: eBookIt.com
• Date de parution: 27 juillet 2013
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781456613136
• Langue: English

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JASON AND ELIHU
A Fisherman’s Story
 
 

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This book is a work of fiction. Although some characters are historical persons and some places are real, the major characters and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination, and any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
 
 
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Text copyright © 2010 by Shelley Fraser Mickle
 
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Library of Congress Control Number
2009943255
 
ISBN-13: 978-1-4566-1313-6
 
 
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Also by Shelley Fraser Mickle
 
 
The Queen of October , N.Y. Times Notable Book
 
Replacing Dad, CBS/Hallmark Channel Movie
 
The Turning Hour, Florida Governor’s Award for Suicide Prevention
 
The Assigned Visit
 
The Kids are Gone; The Dog is Depressed & Mom’s on the Loose
 
Barbaro, America’s Horse
 
101 Dog Street, The Story of Amos, the Bummed-Out Canine, A chapter book
 
The Polio Hole, The Story of the Illness that Changed America - Adult version
 
The Polio Hole, The Story of the Illness that Changed America - Children’s version

A s soon as Jason hears the legend of Elihu, he knows he must catch the great fish. But Old Snout, the gator, guards Elihu. Legend says, too, that whenever Elihu is hooked, the bass whispers a secret.
 
Adjusting to his family’s breakup, Jason can’t seem to stay out of trouble. His Grampy Luke comes from Michigan; and together, they learn how to fish for the legendary bass, Elihu. But trouble seems to follow Jason wherever he goes.
 
Two foster children join the chase with their miniature horse, Sundance, who refuses to be cured of his craving for peppermints. Complicating the hunt is Jazel, the girl next door, who needs Jason’s help to revise her dream of becoming an ice skater after a brain tumor robs her balance.
 
With the help of a magic stone, special lure, and the guidance of the mysterious Mr. Elihu Snow, Jason finally acquires the skill to catch Elihu. But the world’s greatest bass has a surprise to deliver. Little does Jason know that he is about to become Elihu’s next catch.
 
Weaving scientific fact with fiction, this is a classic fishing tale of a boy’s passage into manhood. A portion of the proceeds from this book is being donated to Florida’s foster care system and its focus on prevention. This novel is filled with images and sounds designed for families to read together.
 
“Aside from the wonderful overall story of Jason and Elihu, there are so many stories within. There is no doubt in my mind that this book will be a hit with young boys (girls too). It has much nonfiction information about fishing and the lake environment that boys love to learn. I have to say, Jason and Elihu had me hooked (no pun intended) from the beginning. This book needs to be in the hands of children. I literally couldn’t stop reading the second half.”
 
 
– Lynn McNeill, Grade School Principal and former Middle School Vice Principal for Curriculum.

AUTHOR’S NOTE
 
TO ALL CHILDREN THIS BOOK IS AFFECTIONATELY DEDICATED.
 
This story has been handed down in my family for several generations. It has grown through the love of fishing passed from father to son, grandfather to grandson, and lives on in every boy who is awakened to his desire to catch the great fish of legends.
 
You will find here scientific facts and fishing lore woven together. Elihu is true to the authentic nature of any black bass, for which the Florida waters are renowned. As nature writer Pat Smith so aptly described in his essay, “Ole Iron Jaw”– No matter how we batter, shackle, and poison his world, he somehow survives and in so doing invests that world with a whisper of wildness. The black bass is the ultimate holdover—our past living in the present. He’s the guts and soul of American angling.
 
 
– Shelley Fraser Mickle,
Spring, 2009

ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
 
These sources greatly enriched this book:
 
LAMAR UNDERWOOD’S THE BASS ALMANAC, by Lamar Underwood, Nick Lyons Books, Doubleday, New York, l979.
 
THE BASS FISHERMAN’S BIBLE, by Erwin A. Bauer, Doubleday and Company, New York, l980.
 
FLORIDA FISHING WEEKLY, a newspaper published in Jupiter, Florida.
 
“OUTDOORS,” A newspaper column written by Tim Tucker, April 6, 2007, describing the two greatest bass ever caught.
 
Thanks to Jean Dowling of Macclenny, Florida, who gave the story of Fred, the bass who lived in her pond. This story of Fred, I read on National Public Radio’s “Morning Edition” in the spring of 2000. Special thanks to my husband Parker, and to my son Paul, who kissed his first bass at the age of three.
 
And special appreciation to these renowned artists: Cover painting and chapter illustrations by Tom Sadler, Photographs by Richard Sexton, Cover design by Walton Dale, Book design by Valerie Seixas, Book illustrations and Sundance photographs by Debbie Garcia-Bengochea.
ONE
THE WIDE-AWAKE DREAM
Tic, tic, tic. The line in Jason’s hands bobs. The great fish Elihu is about to strike. “Shhhh. Wait. Careful. Go slow,” Grampy Luke whispers from the back of the jon boat behind Jason.
Near the bank, Jason thinks he sees bottle caps floating in the water. But suddenly the caps rise and swim toward him. They are alligator eyes. Jason swallows. “There! Old Snout! Grampy Luke, fight him off!”
Grampy Luke picks up a boat oar and holds it like a club.
Tic, tic, tic. Elihu is still nibbling.
Old Snout is the twelve-foot gator that guards Elihu. Old Snout never lets a fisherman pull Elihu into a boat, if he can help it.
Quick, like a lightning strike, Jason’s line disappears under water. “Now, Jason! Now! Set the hook!” Grampy Luke whisper-cries.
Jason jerks his line. He feels an answering tug from deep under water.
“Keep your rod tip up!” Grampy Luke yells.
“I’m trying!” Jason shouts back. A great yank bends Jason’s fishing rod double. A voice in his mind keeps coaching: Hold on, Hold on, Hold on! His hands cramp. The muscles in his fingers feel as if they are being twisted in wire.
Whoosh! Elihu breaks through the surface of the water.
The hook goes all the way through the side of the great bass’s mouth. Jason has set the hook perfectly, and now Elihu dances on the end of the line like a roped tiger.
The fish’s inky, green scales glisten over its body, and its girth is so enormous! Why! Elihu is as big around as a five-gallon pickle jar. Now Jason can see the great bass’s eye staring at him, as if saying, Ah! It’s you.
Jason works the reel, but Elihu takes the line and runs under water with it. Shhhhhh, the reel sings as the line goes out. “Look!” Jason points with his chin toward Old Snout, for he can’t ease his grip on the rod for an instant.
“Hold on!” Grampy Luke raises the oar, ready to swat Old Snout. “Just watch your line, Jason. Watch your line.”
Old Snout’s eyes are yellow fire as he enters a circle of water lilies and aims straight toward them. He opens his mouth. The alligator’s teeth are like razors.
Whoosh! Elihu again explodes from the water.
The bass is like a black diamond rocketed from the center of the earth. Jason freezes in wonder as the great fish dances across the water. Now Jason can clearly see the markings that Elihu is famous for: the scales darkly tinted from the tannic acid leeched from the cypress trees near the bank. And the white stripe on Elihu’s belly is as wide as a hat band, wider than most.
That stripe helped Elihu grow to its great size, since bigger fish are always looking for smaller ones to gobble up. So when Elihu was a baby, that wide stripe appeared like sunlight coming from above, and Elihu escaped.
Elihu’s one eye is a famous sign too, for long ago, the other was lost when caught on a trot line set out to catch whatever swam by. Now Elihu’s good eye is fixed on Jason, locked in battle with him.
Old Snout swims through the last of the lilies into open water as if he’s caught a bullet train straight for them. Jason’s throat tightens. His heart beats like a mad clock. “Start the motor, Grampy Luke! Back us up!”
The jon boat motor chugs. It runs along for a good minute, then dies like a swallowed cough. “Dadblasted yellow stumpsucker!” Grampy Luke shouts and bends over the motor. Recently, Grampy Luke made a rule: whenever he and Jason are in the boat, out on the lake, they can say as many bad-sounding words as they can think up. But the words now cannot come fast enough.
“Gullywompus festatatious!” Grampy Luke again fake-cusses as the motor sputters but doesn’t catch.
Like a sheath sharpening a knife, Old Snout closes his mouth over his razor-teeth and keeps coming. Elihu beats the surface with its great tail. Hold on, hold on, hold on! Jason must never let go! Not ever let go! Elihu. Elihu. He has caught Elihu.
Now Old Snout is so close that Jason can smell the ugly gator’s musty hide. Then, Bang! Old Snout hits the boat.
“Hold tight!” Grampy Luke yells and grabs the sides of the jon boat as it rocks and fills with water, almost like a big spoon dipped into the lake.
Suddenly, Old Snout rises out of the water. The gator opens its huge mouth and bites the line. Snap! Old Snout’s smelly breath floats over Jason’s face like an opened sewer. It is a smell worse than rotted-meat stink, and the line on Jason’s rod goes slack.
Elihu swims free. The great fish slaps the water in a loud Ha! and dives.
“Never mind,” Grampy Luke says. “We’ll try another day.” He reaches for his tackle box and takes a screwdriver out to work on the motor.
Old Snout goes back to his cover of weeds, and Elihu hides happily once again on the bo