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Reading the pond from a distance he was glad he was alone. Just someone walking by could spook the fish. The 13 year old mighty fishermen with rod and gear in hand had already landed several large fish in his mind waiting for the bell to ring to be let out of prison. (school).
Crouching low by the bank that made the pond he selected the darkest side, here he could see the evening bugs skittering on the surface and he knew those big lunkers were watching, picking out their hourdurves for dinner.
The stillness shattered by a medium size bass gulping down his fly dinner. The excitement in the young fisherman was running strong as he backed away and assembled his rod and reel. He had spent a goodly sum on his latest lure an imitation frog plug, it possessed two chrome plated cups in the front that would give it the frog like swimming action. The top was a dark green with black dots with it’s belly white with black dots. It was the most expensive lure he had ever purchased $6.89 which took most of Saturday mowing money.
Taking it out it’s box he tied it on thinking he didn’t want to loose this lure but he knew in his heart this big lure would catch the grand daddy of lunkers in the pond.
Positioning himself so his shadow was to his back he rose ever so slowly to cast. Stopping and slowly moving he found his desired spot. The lure new to him and heavier than any ever casted worried him, he didn’t want it to land in the lily pads where it would tangle and spook the fish . He decided on a spot on the other side of the pond, he would land it on the edge of the pond and work it into the water. ZZZFFFPPP the cast was perfect. Yeah baby , he thought how come there are never people around to see me when I am so good. He let the lure sit on the edge a few moments then with slow determined pulling he walked it into the water and let it rest.
Oh it was a beauty in the water, slight wrist movements to the left and right gave the lure the enticing action of a once in a life time meal for the huge fish he knew was watching it. Again and again he would move it and then stop.
The stops had to be perfect, too long and the lure would loose it’s motion forward , too few stops, and it would be unnatural.
It was exhilarating, every sense was tuned to this moment, he was so connected the pole and line in his mind was gone it was him and the lure and the big one beneath.
The lure halfway across the pond would soon be out of the shadow and he knew the fish would then turn back. So with hunter instinct he quivered the lure which frenzied the dark beast to lung clear out of the water and attack the plug from the top. ZZZZffffppp then line screamed out, oooooahhg the rod flipped back setting the hook and instant release before line would break.
This fisherman knew his prey would head back to the lillypads and he had to move his head to open water or he would loose all.
Feeling the pull he risked what he could and pulled hard. The giant jumped out of the water the splash and site of it spun the young fisherman’s heart into space. He knew that this was the big one of his life. The line whined as the fish sounded to the bottom. The weight and pull of this fish was so strong it was red lining every experience he had ever had before. He only knew with every ounce of himself he had to play this fish right, there was no room for mess-ups.
Again and again he directed the giant a way from the lilies, again and again it dove . Slowly ever so slowly the fisherman gained and line was coming in.
There is a point in fishing when a fisherman can see the fish , the fish no longer diving, is worn down, the line is taunt but he can see just how big it is. It is huge, humongous, his whole being enthralled, the victor of a once in a life time fish. The hard part was how does he get it out of the water?
He was never rich enough to own a landing net, the pond’s bank were steep and slippery. All fish up to this point you could just flip onto the shore, now he couldn’t move or the fish would bolt.
He sat on the bank and slowly skidded on his bottom into the pond reeling in line as he went. The giant seeing the young fisherman's feet spooked and dove out again. For a moment the fisherman panicked thinking he had lost the fish but again he brought him in, this time right between his legs . His pole was held with both hands high over his head the giant laid before him. The only problem was he was slipping deeper into the pond the water was up to his armpits, the fish was at his belly button and he was still slipping. Oh he could see the fish alright it was right at his chest. A fine mess you got yourself in this time Ollie he thought. It was then the giant shook his head which snagged one of the hooks onto the straps of the bib overalls he was wearing which of course unhooked the fish.
How quickly a fisherman's heart can drop.
I’m not sure there is a fishing hole that deep.
The young fisherman soaked to the bone makes the long trip home a trail of water soaking in the dust of the road his only trophy.
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This weekend I was recalling my childhood memories, as the place we were at was beside a pond.
Life for a kid is all about the moment in fact his whole life is all about what is happening right now in real time. Remember lines like "I'm going to die if I don't get to....," Every body's there I just gotta go", or how about "you don't understand me you never have, you always like Joey better."
Drama Queen, is the term we oldsters often use. Where it can be a real hassle there is gold in it. For youth know how to open there heart to life, most haven't had the stuffing of disappointment kicked completely out of them yet. There is still room and space for the big dreams. My heavenly Father is in the process of re birthing that youth like open heartedness in me, like the childhood game of tag he is saying come and tag me. Tag me and see if I don't hold every wonderful thing about you, you can't remember but I do . Tag me and I will show you not only your self as child but yourself as child adult. Because you will always be my child. Tag me and I will give you sneak peeks of what Heaven will hold and what you will behold when we are together face to face . Be gutsy, be like a kid and tag me, see if I don,t have a place for every part of who you are .Tag me with your open heart.
Crouching low by the bank that made the pond he selected the darkest side, here he could see the evening bugs skittering on the surface and he knew those big lunkers were watching, picking out their hourdurves for dinner.
The stillness shattered by a medium size bass gulping down his fly dinner. The excitement in the young fisherman was running strong as he backed away and assembled his rod and reel. He had spent a goodly sum on his latest lure an imitation frog plug, it possessed two chrome plated cups in the front that would give it the frog like swimming action. The top was a dark green with black dots with it’s belly white with black dots. It was the most expensive lure he had ever purchased $6.89 which took most of Saturday mowing money.
Taking it out it’s box he tied it on thinking he didn’t want to loose this lure but he knew in his heart this big lure would catch the grand daddy of lunkers in the pond.
Positioning himself so his shadow was to his back he rose ever so slowly to cast. Stopping and slowly moving he found his desired spot. The lure new to him and heavier than any ever casted worried him, he didn’t want it to land in the lily pads where it would tangle and spook the fish . He decided on a spot on the other side of the pond, he would land it on the edge of the pond and work it into the water. ZZZFFFPPP the cast was perfect. Yeah baby , he thought how come there are never people around to see me when I am so good. He let the lure sit on the edge a few moments then with slow determined pulling he walked it into the water and let it rest.
Oh it was a beauty in the water, slight wrist movements to the left and right gave the lure the enticing action of a once in a life time meal for the huge fish he knew was watching it. Again and again he would move it and then stop.
The stops had to be perfect, too long and the lure would loose it’s motion forward , too few stops, and it would be unnatural.
It was exhilarating, every sense was tuned to this moment, he was so connected the pole and line in his mind was gone it was him and the lure and the big one beneath.
The lure halfway across the pond would soon be out of the shadow and he knew the fish would then turn back. So with hunter instinct he quivered the lure which frenzied the dark beast to lung clear out of the water and attack the plug from the top. ZZZZffffppp then line screamed out, oooooahhg the rod flipped back setting the hook and instant release before line would break.
This fisherman knew his prey would head back to the lillypads and he had to move his head to open water or he would loose all.
Feeling the pull he risked what he could and pulled hard. The giant jumped out of the water the splash and site of it spun the young fisherman’s heart into space. He knew that this was the big one of his life. The line whined as the fish sounded to the bottom. The weight and pull of this fish was so strong it was red lining every experience he had ever had before. He only knew with every ounce of himself he had to play this fish right, there was no room for mess-ups.
Again and again he directed the giant a way from the lilies, again and again it dove . Slowly ever so slowly the fisherman gained and line was coming in.
There is a point in fishing when a fisherman can see the fish , the fish no longer diving, is worn down, the line is taunt but he can see just how big it is. It is huge, humongous, his whole being enthralled, the victor of a once in a life time fish. The hard part was how does he get it out of the water?
He was never rich enough to own a landing net, the pond’s bank were steep and slippery. All fish up to this point you could just flip onto the shore, now he couldn’t move or the fish would bolt.
He sat on the bank and slowly skidded on his bottom into the pond reeling in line as he went. The giant seeing the young fisherman's feet spooked and dove out again. For a moment the fisherman panicked thinking he had lost the fish but again he brought him in, this time right between his legs . His pole was held with both hands high over his head the giant laid before him. The only problem was he was slipping deeper into the pond the water was up to his armpits, the fish was at his belly button and he was still slipping. Oh he could see the fish alright it was right at his chest. A fine mess you got yourself in this time Ollie he thought. It was then the giant shook his head which snagged one of the hooks onto the straps of the bib overalls he was wearing which of course unhooked the fish.
How quickly a fisherman's heart can drop.
I’m not sure there is a fishing hole that deep.
The young fisherman soaked to the bone makes the long trip home a trail of water soaking in the dust of the road his only trophy.
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This weekend I was recalling my childhood memories, as the place we were at was beside a pond.
Life for a kid is all about the moment in fact his whole life is all about what is happening right now in real time. Remember lines like "I'm going to die if I don't get to....," Every body's there I just gotta go", or how about "you don't understand me you never have, you always like Joey better."
Drama Queen, is the term we oldsters often use. Where it can be a real hassle there is gold in it. For youth know how to open there heart to life, most haven't had the stuffing of disappointment kicked completely out of them yet. There is still room and space for the big dreams. My heavenly Father is in the process of re birthing that youth like open heartedness in me, like the childhood game of tag he is saying come and tag me. Tag me and see if I don't hold every wonderful thing about you, you can't remember but I do . Tag me and I will show you not only your self as child but yourself as child adult. Because you will always be my child. Tag me and I will give you sneak peeks of what Heaven will hold and what you will behold when we are together face to face . Be gutsy, be like a kid and tag me, see if I don,t have a place for every part of who you are .Tag me with your open heart.
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