Fishing

I have always enjoyed fishing. A few years ago I was involved in a Spring to Fall, once a week, Bass Fishing Tournament. As a kid, when we would fish for "Horn pout" (NE version of Catfish) we could catch as many as 100+. My Dad could clean and ready for the cook as many as 4 or 5 a minute. I could never match his skill. Not even close.
My younger son, (pictured) recently moved back home after a an 8 year absence. He has never asked for much. We were glad to have him home.
We have not fished together in many years. On the 4Th of July, 7 years ago, my son and his friend were night fishing in a canoe. It tipped over. Neville could not swim and he drowned. It is always within his heart.
As part of his company's outing, they arranged this fishing trip. I was thrilled when he invited me as his guest. I was less than thrilled as I let out my line on the first drop and saw my Guinness watch fall from off my wrist and sink into 300 feet of water. I'm hoping that some fish will swallow it and be discovered by a fisherman. It would be a cool news story.

Comments

Loralee Choate said…
Say it ain't so! I loved that watch. I remember thinking how sweet it was when you posted a pic of it. :(

That is a tough thing for your son to have lost a friend like that. I'm sure it is still tough.
Michelle said…
that is a really sad story, about your son's friend. sorry about the watch, too, sweetie. well it'll become a good story over some Guiness and a warm fire.
Oh no! Not that cool watch! Alas, the watch can be replaced, but obviously, not your son's friend. Looks like a good time though...
Tim said…
Rubik....it makes my day when you drop on by.
Cape; the kids always say that they love my stories. One more to add to the list!
BMD - it was a great time...and even better having been invited by my son.
Loralee Choate said…
Awe, shucks! I say the same thing right back to you, my friend!