One thing I love to do, from my days as a child and well into my adulthood, in fact, to this very point in time, is fish.
In my younger days, we lived in a rural area within a mile of the Chickahominy River. The walk was nothing compared to the thrill of reeling in a Pike. At least that’s what we called this wolf of the waterways, which is related to a Pike, though Chain Pickerel is its proper name. According to Discoverboating.com, the Chain Pickerel can reach lengths of three feet and weigh seven pounds, the world record being nine pounds and six ounces.
We would find smaller tributaries off the main river and walk the center of these canals, casting from side to side to catch fish.
One instance I hooked a Pickerel then placed it on a stringer that was tied to the back of my belt and continued to fish. After a short while, I began to receive taps on my lower back. Turning around, I jumped out of my clothes and skin, figuratively speaking as the fish’s head looked like a huge snake. Needless to say, this did not dissuade my pursuit of the fresh water Barracuda in this manner.
Ya know, this would make a great beast in a science fiction novel . . . just sayin’.
This is just a short trip down my memory lane, I wanted to share with you.
Have a wonderful week and:
May the Lord bless you and keep you;
the Lord make his face shine on you and be gracious to you;
the Lord turn his face toward you and give you peace.