I know what you're like, international readership of this popular mind-blog. There you are, riding big boats and fishing for shark off the flats of Bermuda. But don't scorn me for being a humble bank fisherman on Lake Whitney.
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| Little Fella |
Speaking of which, the lake was up and restless this evening after Mass, with waves crashing against the limestone shore like breakers in the North Sea, or Aberystwyth pier. I didn't have a boat so I cast off from the limestone, with a worm. Who knew what'd turn up? Maybe nothing, that's the way I felt.
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| Yes Indeed |
Wrong. Bass turned up, with the best of four plowing into my hook like Trump on Twitter after midnight. I didn't even have a boat.
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| Head Home, Fool |
Here's the thing. You can sit or stand looking at the news in slack-jawed consternation, or you can get out and catch some fish.
Be wise, readers, and chose the better option.
LSP
10 comments:
Yes, just got off my yacht as it happens. It’s been a tough day.
Aberystwyth pier…now there’s a chilling image.
You’re smart to get out and be adventurous because the news is getting very, very tiring. FISH!
Look, Jules, I won't pretend that I don't want your yacht, because I do. But please don't look down upon the humble fisher folk of Texas. There's virtue in simplicity.
Then there's Aberystwyth pier. Another thing agian.
As for the news... Kyrie.
Jules rubs shoulders with the great and near great.
But if you can't do that, fishing isn't a bad back-up plan. Particularly when you catch so many fish.
Thanks, LL, you've reassured me.
Fishing is good.
Did you have a boat?
I think so, Adrienne. This last year's been especially good for me, perhaps because the weather's been so stormy and stirred the fish up. Regardless, if you have a church by a lake it makes sense to fish after Mass!
Fredd, I keep asking Jules to give me one of hers, but so far she's not buying. Heck, I'd even settle for a canoe with a small outboard, or a yacht.
You may borrow one of my yacht's side life boats. We can take it from there.
Thank you, Jules.
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