Wanna Go Fishing? (by deansgirl)

Summary:  Adam and Hoss disobey Pa and go fishing

Rated: K+ (2,130 words)

Wanna Go Fishing?

“Hey, Adam.” Seven-year-old Hoss Cartwright stuck in head in his older brother’s bedroom. “Wanna go fishing?”

Adam closed his book and looked at his brother with a smile, “Hoss, that sounds like a great idea!” thirteen year old Adam agreed eagerly. Then his face fell. “But Pa told us not to leave the yard while he was in town.”

Hoss frowned. “I forgot,” he confessed thinking of the wonderful time he and Adam could have had fishing in Lake Tahoe. He jumped onto his older brother’s bed and watched Adam reopen his history book. The book had some pictures in it and Hoss leaning on his brother’s shoulder tried to read the captions under each one.

Suddenly a thought hit the eldest Cartwright and slamming his book he hopped off the bed. “Hoss!” he announced importantly. “We can go fishing without disobeying Pa!”

“We can?” Hoss asked watching Adam pull on his boots. “How?”

“Well, a shore of Lake Tahoe is on the Ponderosa, right?” Adam stood up and looked at his brother.

“Shore ‘tis.” Hoss agreed.

“And Pa owns the Ponderosa, right?”


And the house sits on the Ponderosa?”

Hoss nodded a little confused.

“Well, a yard is the property your house sits on and since our house sits on the Ponderosa and part of Lake Tahoe is in the Ponderosa we won’t be leaving the yard if we go fishing!”

“Adam, you’re a genius!” Hoss declared. “Let’s go!”

“Adam, Hoss!” Marie Cartwright, Ben’s wife and the two boys’ stepmother called. “Where are you two going?”

“Out for a walk.” Adam called. “Don’t worry about us.” His manner was cool and aloof.

“Why don’t you like Mama?” Hoss inquired as the two boys walked into the barn.

“Who says I don’t?” Adam walked to the rack where they kept their fishing poles.

“Well, you ain’t very nice to her.” Hoss grabbed his pole. “An’ you never do anythin’ she tells you ta do.”

“That doesn’t prove anything.” Adam grabbed a can and handed one to Hoss. “Come on,” he said quickly changing the subject, “we have to go dig up some worms.”

The two Cartwright boys quietly left the barn and raced towards the refreshing banks of Lake Tahoe. They did not know that Marie Cartwright had been watching them from the kitchen door and had seen them sneak off towards the lake with their fishing poles.

“Lookee, Adam!” Hoss exclaimed happily. “I got some very nice worms!”

Adam looked over at his brother. The two boys had forgotten to bring a shovel and so they had to resort to digging in the soft mud along Lake Tahoe with their bare hands. Hoss held up in his can and in it wiggled a large amount of fat, juicy worms just begging to be fed to the fish. “You had better luck than me.” Adam admired his brother. Adam looked at his own can. Despite his blackened hands and dirty fingernails Adam had caught only a few little worms. “Well, let’s wash off this dirt and catch some of those beautiful trout.”

Adam and Hoss cleaned their hands in the water of Lake Tahoe. Then Adam dipped into his brother’s can of worms, baited his hook and dropping the line into the water he sat lazily back just watching the lake flow along.

Hoss leant back against a tree, his pole floating in the water was clutched between his legs but his hands were busy digging in the sand. Not for worms this time. Hoss had discovered a turtle’s nest and he was carefully observing the adult turtle feed its babies.

Adam plucked a reed from the shore and sticking his pole between his feet he took out his knife and busied himself by turning the reed into a whistle. He stuck the completed whistle in his mouth and blew softly so as to not disturb the fish. Suddenly he felt a tug on his line and casting aside both reed and knife he grabbed his pole and started to quickly reel in his catch. “Look, Hoss!” he exclaimed removing his fish from the line and tying it with a piece of string. “Will you look at this beauty?”

Hoss turned from his turtles to see Adam’s fish. Then he felt a tug on his line and he landed a beautiful fish of his own. “Wanna try fer more?” he asked looking over at Adam.

“Why not?” Adam asked casting his line in again. “Half the fun in fishing is just catching fish anyway.”

The two boys fell silent again. Hoss went back to viewing his turtles and Adam retrieving his knife closed his eyes. He felt something land on his chest and looked down surprised. A little frog sat on him and opening its mouth it let out its cry. RIIPP! Adam laughed softly and picked the creature up in his hands. “Hey, Hoss, look what I caught!”

“A frog, Adam!” Hoss smiled. “That’s pretty neat! And lookee what I found!”

“Turtles!” Adam exclaimed peeking into the nest. “Hey, I caught another fish!”

“Boy, Adam, that shore was fun.” Hoss confessed as he and Adam walked back towards the house.

“Right.” Adam agreed. “We didn’t do too badly. I caught four fish and you caught five.” He looked at the fish he carried over his shoulder. Hoss, too, had strung his catch together and carried it slung over his shoulder.

“’Sides that,” Hoss continued, “we caught some pruty neat frogs and turtles. Whatca goin’ do wit’ them, Adam?”

“Keep ‘em as pets.” Adam replied. “I’ll keep the frogs if you keep the turtles.”

“’Course I will.” Hoss replied following his brother into the barn. “Wonder if Pa’s back yet?”

“I don’t think so.” Adam answered hanging his pole back on the wall. “Buck ain’t in his stall.”

“Oh, yeah.” Hoss agreed. “Whatca goin’ do wit’ these fish, Adam?”

“Clean ‘em.” Adam answered. “Then we can dry ‘em inside the cellar and Hop Sing can make something with them. Wan to lend me a hand?”

“Hi, Marie!” Ben called happily as he entered the house. “Where are the boys?”

“Well, Adam and Hoss are up in their rooms and Hop Sing is helping give Little Joe a bath.” Marie replied.

“Were the boys good for you?” Ben asked removing his hat and gunbelt.

“Well…” Marie hesitated.

“Well what?” Ben pressed.

“Nothing.” Marie answered walking back towards the kitchen.

“Don’t lie to me, Marie.” Ben caught up to his wife and turned her towards him. “What did they do while I was gone?”

“Nothing I could not handle, mon amie.”

But Ben smiled at her. Marie’s way of handling Adam and Hoss was to ignore their naughtiness. “I don’t believe you.” He told her. “You are much too soft with those boys. Tell me truly what they did.”

“Well, they left the house with their fishing poles.” Marie answered. “I’m afraid they disobeyed you and went fishing.”

Ben sighed. “I gave them clear orders to stay in the house or yard.”

“Don’t ask me, Ben.” Marie answered. “They told me they were going for a walk.”

“I think its time I have a necessary talk with them.” Ben headed towards the stairs.

“Quick, Hoss!” Adam called. “I heard Pa tell Marie he was comin’ up here. Get those frogs and turtles outta sight!”

The two boys scooped up the animals and placed them gently in a box. Then Adam quickly capped the box and shoved it under his bed. He kicked off his boots and jumped onto his bed followed quickly by Hoss. They were just in time because they heard their father call “Adam! Hoss! Where are you?”

Adam sat quietly for a moment his fingers on his lips gazing around the room. The satisfied that all possible evidence was out of sight he called, “Here, Pa. My room,” and Ben entered his sons room intent on giving his boys a good talking to. Neither he nor the boys noticed the little turtle that had not been placed in the box and was making its slow way outside the room towards the stairs.

“All right.” Ben stopped a few feet inside the room. “I understand you two left the yard today.”

Adam made no reply but Hoss looking up at his father answered, “We didn’t leave the yard, Pa!”

“Did you go fishing?” Ben demanded.

Hoss nodded.

“Then you left the yard.” Ben stated.

“Adam said we wasn’t leavin’ the yard!” Hoss protested knowing full well what would happen if they had disobeyed their father.

Adam rolled his eyes. “Hoss, shut up!” he hissed.

But Ben walking towards his sons sitting on the bed and towered above them. “Don’t shut up, Hoss. Tell me everything.”

“Well, Adam said that if we go fishing together on the banks of Lake Tahoe we would not be leavin’ the yard ‘cause you own the Ponderosa and a yard is a piece of propert’ that ya own.” Hoss was hesitant.

Ben almost laughed at his eldest son’s ingenious explanation. Adam certainly came up with some smart ideas. Still even such a bright thought was a disobedient thought and it merited a punishment. “Adam,” his voice was stern, his manner foreboding, “where do you get such ideas?”

Adam looked up at his father. He knew what Ben wanted to hear but he was starting to feel guilty over misleading Hoss and he knew he was going to be punished anyway so he answered, “Out of my head.”

“Don’t be saucy!” Ben snapped at his son. “I told your mother that I would handle you two personally and I will. Move over, Hoss,” he sat down between his sons on the bed. He failed to notice the box under the bed that had fallen over and the frogs that had hopped out of it and towards the open door. “When I tell you not to do something I expect you not to do it! Now I think about it, its time the three of us understand something. Adam…”

He was about to tell his eldest son that he was going to get a good and well-deserved spanking when he heard a scream from downstairs and three voices—one shouting in Chinese, one screaming in French, and above them all a baby’s wails.

Ben dashed towards the stairs. A turtle had made its way to the head of the stairs and Ben failing to notice it tripped over the turtle, rolled down the stairs, and crashed through the railing. The wooden railing splintered around him but quickly picking himself up he raced into the kitchen. There he saw his wife holding her infant son and screaming and Hop Sing angrily yelling in Chinese. “Marie…Marie!” Ben grabbed his wife’s arm. “What’s wrong?”

“Ben, look around you.” She replied calming down a little at the sight of her handsome strong husband. “There are frogs all over the house.”

Ben looked. Sure enough there were several frogs in the kitchen on the table, among the clean dishes and even in the sink. Another frog peeked into the kitchen from the dining room. “Adam! Hoss!” Ben hollered for his sons. “Get down here RIGHT NOW!”

The two boys dashed out of the bedroom and down the stairs. They saw the splintered railing and looked at each other. Adam shook his head and Hoss rubbed his backside knowing what was in store for them. “Yes, Pa.” Adam walked over to the kitchen and peeked in.

“Those frogs!” Ben pointed his finger at them. “Get them out of there NOW!”

“Yes, Pa.” Adam and Hoss meekly replied picking up an empty box. They chased the frogs capturing them and resealing them in the box. When they had retrieved them all Ben ordered them out of the house.

“Take them out of here and let them loose in the yard.” Ben angrily commanded his sons. “Then get in the barn. The two of you and I have a very necessary talk and this time nothing is going to stop us.”

“Yes, Pa.” Adam and Hoss meekly replied looking at each other. They knew what was coming.

It came just like they knew it would. The two boys looked at each other after Pa stormed back into the house. “Adam.” Hoss whispered.

“What?” Adam asked holding back the tears. Wow! He had never been spanked like that before.

“Remind me ne’er to listen to ya ‘gain.” Hoss cried trying to sit down and failing.


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Author: deansgirl

4 thoughts on “Wanna Go Fishing? (by deansgirl)

  1. Adam and Hoss are so cute at that age. How could Ben want to tan their hides. Pa knows best how to keep little boys in line. Loved this story.

  2. That was for sure a smart young adam, and that gave a very funny story. Congratulations and thanks.

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