"Dance With the One What Brung Ya"
Friday January 23, 2009
Someone asked me the other day - what’s your favorite fish? I thought for a minute and named a species, snapper as I recall. But I thought about that encounter later and began pondering about just what my favorite fish really is... Read more...
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Dancing with the one that brung ya was perfect. Today we seem to be possessed with “if you don’t show a picture you didn’t catch it”. I have never carried a camera and never will. (cellphone mania or not). The sheer enjoyment of participating in the sport/recreation is exhilarating. My grandchildren have been taught the same way. We have wonderful times no matter what’s on the end of the line.
Your dad sounds like my grandfather. I just wanted to land ANY fish and enjoy the battle. I very rarely kept any (and still don’t). However, my grandfather would keep just about any fish. If it wasn’t for the frying pan, he would bury it under his fruit trees for fertilizer or cut it up and use it as crab bait. If there wasn’t room in the freezer, he would give the fish to friends. I believe that his behavior was a result of having grown up during the depression, when you put to good use anything that you could get your hands on. Anyway, one thing that he did not like was seeing anything suffer. He would not just let a fish lie there out of water to die. He would rather run it through (the head usually) with his old fishing knife or sometimes hammer and nail for the “coup de grace.” A bloody mess it was, but it was his way of doing the right thing.