Love fishing. Never do enough for my taste. <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/grin.gif" alt="" />

Working a taught line for his life verses your meal is one I never take for granted.
Thank God Jesus loved his fisherman so well or I might have second thoughts about making them work so hard to keep off my plate for so many years. <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/wink.gif" alt="" />

Fishing, catch and release was new to me. A real tried and true fisherman friend of mine showed me how it felt to give the fish back after I won the fight. <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/confused.gif" alt="" />

I cried like a baby the first time. I was 50,and it never dawned on me to do that. <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/frown.gif" alt="" />

I had fished my whole life taking schools of pan fish some so small I could hardly fillet them. Making 30-40 fish on a Sunday afternoon for friends and neighbors while we screamed at the television for our favorite team.

I fish now just for the sport of it. When I eat fish it is from the grocer or the local restaurant. I lost my taste for the river side fish dinner.

Just because I had a revelation that one sunny day. Funny huh? <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/sad.gif" alt="" />

Your day looked like TONS of fun! I miss those conversations by the river.
We all need some me time don't we? <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/blush.gif" alt="" />

Peace,
David