Well, it looks as though we made it through another year. 2011 was a good year for fishing, we (my wife and I… she is the fishing master) counted over 200 by June and stopped counting. There were many days that I came home and she had filled the ice chest with fish that day while I was at work. Or (I go to bed early and wake up at 4 am so she will turn the lights on and fish at night) and that morning there will be fish to clean before I go to work.
The river is just behind the house and I always invite Friends and co-workers to come over and fish. I recall a couple of funny events from last year…
Officer Rouse and a couple others came over one day and while we were fishing Ms. Rouse (my lil girl calls her Ms. Bling Bling, cause; she was given jewelry by her and she wears a fair amount of bling) any way, Ms. Rouse (Ms. Bling Bling) was having a hard time, she was getting her line stuck/ snagged on under-water logs several times.
She told me she was hung again and I took her pole and began to pull. The line went to the right, then to the left. I handed her the pole back and told her she was not stuck, she had a big fish on the line. She fought with the reel and got the fish in eventually, enough that I got a net under it and brought it in.
Here is the picture of me holding her fish and Officer Rouse (Ms. Bling Bling) who caught the fish and sent me this picture she got off her phone. This was a good day of fishing with Friends. I know we didn’t catch 2,011 fish but I bet we had more than that in smiles.
I was fishing at the prison with a good Friend, Mr. Little, on the ten acre pond. I had caught a nice size Bass and it had gotten hung up in the weeds. I didn’t pull and break the line, instead, I handed the pole to Jerry and went into the water after it. I got about knee deep when the local pond gator came over out of curiosity (a 12 foot alligator that came from the river, probably to lay her eggs). Mr. Little (Jerry) told me the gator was about thirty feet out.
I replied, “I’ll fight that gator for this fish,” cause by now I could see the fish and it was big. I went out about waist deep and the gator went under water. I was nervous but determined. I retrieved the bass and raised it up. It was an eight pound large mouth bass. Probably the biggest I have ever caught, a nice fish for 2011. Later the gator came and taste tested Jerry’s bobber but spit it out.
These are some good memories of fishing 2011, along with a 4 pound crappie I caught on the same pond with Sgt. Dudley at another time. I hope 2012 will be just as glamorous and prosperous as I will continue to fish and I will also be… fishin’ for chuckles.
Looking forward to fishing 2012.
One Sunday morning, the pastor noticed little Alex was staring up at the large plaque that hung in the foyer of the church.
It was covered with names, and small American flags were mounted on either side of it.
The seven-year-old had been staring at th e plaque for some time, so the pastor walked up, stood beside the boy, and said quietly, “Good morning, Alex.”
“Good morning,” replied the young man, still focused on the plaque.
“What is this?” Alex asked.
“Well, son, it’s a memorial to all the young men and women who died in the service.”
Soberly, they stood together, staring at the large plaque.
Little Alex’s voice was trembling and barely audible when he asked, “Which service, the 9:45 or the 11:15?”
There was a man who one day didnt feel like going to church so he decided to go hunting instead.
He was out in the bush when he was aproched from behind by a bear. He dropped his gun by accident but didnt bother to pick it up.
He ran for his life. Weaving in and out the trees with the bear on his trail. Curving around a tree he triped over its root.
He looked up and the bear looked down. The bear was about to strike at him. He put his hands together and prayed:
“Dear lord, Please let this bear be a christian.”
the bear sat down on its bum and held the mans hands, closed his eyes and said: “Dear lord, Thankyou for the food that i am about to recieve”