That being said, there are a few things as a vegetarian I won't do. I won't take jello shots and I won't take multi vitamins with fish oil (sorry Mark). Also I will not go to the horse races. Once when I was at Oaklawn, a horse broke it's leg during a race. They killed it right there on the track, backed up a truck and hauled it off. I decided then that I was against exploiting animals for profit.
Another thing I won't do is fish. I grew up fishing at my grandparent's lake house on Harris Break. Here I am circa 1986 with my cousin Brad.
Last weekend, I went with some friends on a fishing trip to a pond near Conway. I took my camera, I did not fish. Turns out I'm a good fishing coach though. Here is Team Wendell with her very scary catfish I helped her find.
Brian lived up to his reputation and caught the first fish of the day.
Kristi proving everything can be done with grace.
Brandon wore the right shirt and scared his fish right out of the water. And despite Robin's sock issues, she managed to reel in this monster Wayne is holding.
Although I do not fish anymore, I can still appreciate what people like about it. Kicking it on a beautiful Sunday afternoon with good friends in the great outdoors is hard to beat. Wind, sun, silence, grass, dirt, and bugs. Even though Tiffany smacked her chicken livers up against my water bottle when I wasn't looking, I love her and fishing anyway.
2 comments:
It was an accident!!!
yeah, fishing is less about fish and more about sitting still for a few hours. or, as Thoreau put it: "Many men go fishing all of their lives without knowing that it is not fish they are after."
it's unfortunate that fish have to die because we can't just sit still in a boat all afternoon and do nothing.
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