This love of animals soon branched out into pigeons, chickens, ducks, a goat, some snakes, and other wild animals me and my dog could catch. Even though we lived in the city and we had very little money since my father had died when I was 10 and my mom worked for 50 cents an hour to feed and clothe me and my sister. I soon figured how to support my interest. As I said, my mom had the pet stores interested and as I was cutting grass my imagination kicked in and I'd be looking for things that others would throw away. I brought home old bags of concrete, mostly hard, but there was enough good to make a concrete pond. I got busy re-routing a water-line under the house to this new pond right beside my bedroom window. Happy days, I soon found out there is good news and bad news with owning a pond. Especially, one so close to the house. And It was not long until I had it full of fish of all kinds. Amazing what nature has out there for a 11 year old boy. I earned enough money to buy some chicken wire to build a pen for my Banana chickens, my ducks, and other things I could pen up. Before long I had lots of chickens. I recall one day while in the chicken pen that my babies were less today than yesterday. (Hmm) I thought to myself. In the middle of the chicken yard was a large bush. If you recall, I mentioned I had ducks. Mallards ducks. One male one female. On this particular day I was about to discover the mystery of my missing chicks. While feeding them, I heard a baby chicks chirp in an unusual way and then it became a muffled chirp and then nothing. As I walked around the large bush I saw the feet of the baby chick going down the throat of one of the ducks. Yep, they were swallowing them whole. So, I sold them to a fellow who, like me, wanted to start a city farm. Happy days again. I had solved the problem of my missing chicks.
As a small boy being raised in Florida I found myself infatuated with all the fish and minnows in the canals and ditches. I soon figured out a way to catch them. It was not long before I have every canning jar and every washtub my mother had full of fish. I recall her coming home one day from work and wringing her hands at all the fish I had in everything that would hold water.
Little did I know then that this would be the beginning of a love for fish.
It wasn’t long after that needed more places to hold the fish. So, I started cutting grass so I could buy kiddy pools to hold all the fish. In Florida at the time the ditches were full all different kinds of live bearers. Meaning the babies were born alive instead of coming from an egg. However, I soon realized their method of birth control was to eat the babies. In egg layers they ate the eggs. So, I needed to save all of the babies from the other fish in my holding ponds. "What oh what could I do?" So, I went back to the ditches and watched what was happening. There were babies there. But why? The one big difference, refuse. So, I pulled some of the water grasses and took them back home and placed them in my holding ponds. Of course it grew thicker and before I knew it, I was having lots of babies. My mother, at her wits end, decided to call around to some of the bait stores and some of the pet stores and tried to sell these millions of fish I had accumulated.
And that was the beginning of what is today’s Misty Mountain.
Roy Underwood was born in 1947 Jacksonville, Florida. He is a devoted patriot who served during Vietnam and later ran for both Congress and State Representative. Roy is currently Founder and CEO of Misty Mountain Inc. A family run business since 1993 that specializes in the sale of fish and pond products, as well as home and office water and air purification systems.