11.8.08
F is for fishing.
Your prowess with the rod and reel was legendary. Somehow you had the strength after long hours in the restaurant to stand for hours more on the causeway, or at the beach, patiently awaiting your catch. So many dawns I awoke, seeing first thing your beaming face, clothes bloodstained, white bucket overflowing with the legal limit of silver-bodied snook. I had grown so accustomed to seeing you in the newspapers, reports of yet another record broken, that it took me years to realize that you had put the bait and tackle away, along with everything else that brought you such joy.
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Rod. Heh.
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twss.
ReplyDeleteUgh. So vivid, so sad that he/she stopped fishing.
ReplyDeleteBut, fishing to me means fly-fishing, single barbless hook, catch-and-release only, so even though I'm sad for the subject person, I'm happy for the fish.
well, we only ever caught fish to eat, and they were mighty delicious, so i don't really feel too bad for them.
ReplyDeleteSometimes people fish in the pond by our apartment. Which is gross, I hope they don't eat them.
ReplyDeleteyeah, that sounds pretty gross.
ReplyDeleteWhen I was a kid, I used to go fishing in Ceasar Creek (in Jennie's neck of the woods) for bass and crappie. After I discovered how 'crappie' was spelled, I could never again bring myself to keep and eat them. I'd usually take them off the hook, look at them with pity, and mutter, 'Tough luck on the name', before tossing them back into the water.
ReplyDeleteCrap pie. No, thank you.
i love pie, but i'm pretty sure that's one pie i would NOT eat.
ReplyDeletePeople get murdered at Ceasar Creek.
ReplyDeleteI have absolutely no idea if that's true.
(I eat them too when we're backpacking. Food's heavy, y'know? & fresh trout are tasty. So I don't feel too bad for them.)
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