Family Fishing Day

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Tomorrow (I’m writing this on Friday), weather permitting, Winn’s Baptist Church will hold its annual family fishing day at the home of the Dukes. No, not the Dukes of Hazard, but two fine older folks from church who own a pretty decent-sized pond and are more than happy to have visitors.

I’ve only missed one of these events in the past four or five years, and that was only because I was going to be out of town that day. I really hated having to miss it. I love taking pictures, and I really enjoy using whatever photographic skills I have to capture and preserve the day’s family atmosphere.

That means I always have my camera in hand and not a pole, however. That’s a shame. I really enjoyed fishing as a kid. I recall when my father periodically drove me out to the home of a church member who had a pond. Unlike the Dukes’, however, there weren’t any trees nearby. My most vivid memory is of using a bamboo pole. When’s the last time you saw one of those babies?

And then there was the time we were vacationing somewhere on the coast of North Carolina and my father took me fishing. You have to understand that my father was never a sportsman. Not even a fisherman. But he was a good sport about it. The highlight of that day was the blowfish one of us caught. I believe we took it back to the cabin, but decided against trying to cook and eat it. Good thing. I believe those are poisonous if not treated properly.

As an adult I used to go to a nice park that wasn’t too terribly far away. It had a wonderful lake, and people were permitted to fish there. I assume they needed licenses, but I had neither license nor gear, and I knew I wouldn’t go there often enough to justify the expense. A real shame, though. Laid-back fishermen waiting for a bite look a whole lot more relaxed than bowlers and other sports participants.

Maybe I should put the camera down for a while tomorrow and do that kind of relaxing myself.

What about you? Do you enjoy fishing? Eating fish? Whatever? How about leaving a comment?

P.S. Although the weather was a bit overcast yesterday, the crowd (see the picture above of folks enjoying the hot dog lunch) was even bigger than usual. We had a great time!

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Best regards,
Roger

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2 thoughts on “Family Fishing Day

  1. Fishing! One of my all-time favorite activities. I deny it is a sport. Folks can call it a sport but it is really recreation. When I first saw this post in FB I felt a ribbon of jealousy wiggling up my spine!

    I lived to fish when I resided in Texas. I lived in the heart of Texas, above the hIll country, west of Dallas. It is a very dry, dusty, dirt-kicking land. Sage brush, cactus, mesquite trees are the major species of vegetation. And of course, there is a lot of cattle. How in the world do cattle survive in such lifeless, ungrassy terrain. Why, the government helps. If you own land and have cattle and cut out of the earth little tea-cups known as stock ponds , they will many times fill up from springs or sometimes the rancher will run a pipe from a creek or a well and fill it, and usually they will stay full for many years. If you do this the government will come and stock that tank with fish for free! F.R.E.E. free. They do this as a service to help maintain the health of the pond. If a pond has fish in it, it will not become stagnant.
    So here you have in one of the driest parts of the US, thousands upon thousands of nice, tidy little fish ponds just sitting there brimming with uncaught fish. Most ranchers do not bother to fish. They’re meat eaters in the extreme. I would cozy up the the rancher and introduce myself and say if he let me fish his tanks I’d split the take with him. No one ever said they wanted the fish but they always let me in to fish.
    SO I’d go to work every day with a fishing pole in the back of the car. I’d finish as soon as was humanly possible and rush off in a cloud of fish-hooks and night-crawlers to the closest available pond. I’d have my lawn chair, a few bottles of water and my lunch and fish intil it was close to dinner. I´d take my catch, usually 80-100 crappie, perch or bass, and drop them by the old folks I knew in the town we lived in (Eastland, Texas). I’d say to the old feller: If you clean these up for me I’ll give you all but the ten I pick out for myself. It was a deal. I ended up with so much fish my wifely person said ”No more fish!”. Which meant, naturally, that I’d give all the fish to the old folks. Miss that life.
    I’d go night fishing down at the mines as well. Abandoned mines, hundreds of feet deep, full of rainwater and giant lunkers. I’d run trot lines and more than once I’d come back with hooks straightened out like pine needles.
    I have more fishing stories that you have wiskers, old friend.

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  2. Wow! What a great story! I’d never heard about the stock ponds or mine fishing, either. Sounds like–pardon the pun–you’re definitely hooked on fishing! *LOL* Thanks so much for sharing, Tom.

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