Whenever my husband, Jim, gives me the choice of what to do on date night, invariably I choose fishing.
At the beginning of the summer, we went to Red Hill State Park for the first time where upon I proceeded to “sacrificed” my favorite ultralight to the lake gods.
I mean, one minute it was as beside me in the boat and the next, it was sinking to the bottom of the lake.
What followed was twenty minutes of pouting and steaming. Fortunately, Jim knows how to combat these unflattering moments in my life. He began to chant, “You lost your fishing pole, you lost your fishing pole.” And, as he pointed out, in our twenty five years of marriage, this was the first pole I had lost. I couldn’t stay mad…he knows me so well!
And so, for two months, we when we were able to get away, I’d think about my ultralight as I used someone else’s rod and reel. Not that I didn’t have fun…because I always do…but I missed that familiar feel and touch.
So, being the amazing and thoughtful husband he is, I am the proud owner of a Mitchell 310 rod and reel. It came for my birthday and I couldn’t wait to try it out. But wait I did. My birthday was August 9th but due to my illness and Jim’s six day work weeks, it sat in the corner of our living room. All alone…unused…so sad.
But Sunday changed all that. Sunday afternoon I got it out, put line on it and my favorite lure (you’ll have to ask…I can’t divulge all my secrets) and at 5:30 pm, we headed out, to a new fishing hole.
So here I am with a new pole at a new pond…and bam! A sunfish…bam, bam…two small bass. Then came an impressive hit. A bass, 14.5 inches long and about 2 lbs. It was as a beauty. We had fished a while longer when I had another hard hit. This time, it was a bluegill…10.5 inches and around a pound. If you don’t fish for blue gill, this might not impressed you; if you do, you know, as Jim put it, that it was a nice one. We probably caught twenty or so fish each…what a fun night!
It was a beautiful evening filled with great fishing, a beautiful sunset and my best friend…Jim.
The gods do not deduct from a man’s allotted span, the hours spent fishing.