|Pistol inherited from A.C McCoy|
The next story is one that I felt awful about. We were fishing down below Bryan Bridges. The fish weren’t striking. I came along the creek and he was standing on the bank. I made like I was going to push him but I didn’t touch him. Ed dodged and lost his balance and fell into the creek. Ed was big and strong but clumsy. He was going to scare me by reaching for the pistol but it was gone. We spent the day diving in looking for it but we were at the deep point of the creek. We finally gave up. Ed said that this was the worst thing that has ever happened to us. He had to leave for Emory so we went home. I told Matthew Carson what had happened to us. Matthew, a sharecropper on the farm, was a person who could do anything. He said we would go look for it the next day. When I met him the following day he was dragging a piece of 1/4 inch pipe with a pitch fork attached with the tines bent like a rake. He stuck it into the water and about the second pull he made contact. I dove in and got it. I then went to the depot and sent a telegram. It said “found pistol." Mrs. Hodges asked if that was all I wanted to put in the telegram. I replied that it was enough. (Update: Grandpa McCoy’s pistol is in possession of my brother George. Photo is posted here – Bruce Goddard).