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June 21, 2006
When All Else Fails-Go Fishin'
Years ago my husband warned me about saving your work when
using the computer. The advice has served me well over the years.
Trouble is, there's always those times when I get distracted or my
fingers get tangled up with my thoughts and...arghhhhhhhHHHHH!!
I can't believe I just lost...oh well...
So, tonight, I will resort to recalling a story from childhood, one my dad
told over and over and, of course, I never grew tired of hearing. When
my parents were young and living in golden colorado they loved to take
a picnic lunch and go fishing. They would sometimes take friends along
and the women would sit on a blanket and talk while the men fished. On
this particular occasion my dad and his friend had been at it for several
hours with no luck at all. The competition had been fierce as they each
vied for the perfect spot on the river. After awhile my mother convinced the
two anglers that they should let her give it a try. So my dad very patiently
explained the rod and reel and showed her a good hole where she could
try her luck. Not expecting much he stood back and prepared to offer words
of comfort and encouragement. It wasn't long before it became obvious that
my mom had a "lunker" on the line. "Oh **#**, don't lose him," said my dad,
and as he barked instructions on landing the fish he dived for the net so he
could help her land the big one. He got hold of the net and turned back just in
time to see my mom, with the poll slung over her shoulder, running up the bank
away from the river. He managed to take a swipe at the fish as it flew by but, of
course, he missed. Over the years Mom learned to fish in a more conventional
way but my dad always kept a special place in his heart for that first time when the
gal from Kansas showed the men how to fish. She always caught more than anyone
else in the group; I guess it was sheer enthusiasm that made the difference.
Does anybody else out there have a good fish story to tell?
Posted by Post Scripts at June 21, 2006 11:00 PM
Comments
Well, there was a time when I was about 17 and a friend and I were fishing from the edge of the Sacramento river near Knights Landing. It was later afternoon and we were hoping to get some catfish from a deep hole not 20 feet out from the bank. I was just watching the current in the water when this long white fish surfaced, not 10 feet away and rolled over slowly right in front of me. It was at least 8 feet long and had the ugliest head on it, like a prehistoric fish. That was my first encounter with a giant sturgeon. I knew they grew that big, but seeing one so unexpectedly and so close, well, lets just say it made a lasting impression!
Posted by: Jack Lee at June 22, 2006 09:38 PM