Wednesday, March 28, 2012

No Fish

I had appointments in Birmingham before 8 a.m. this morning, so I headed out before sunrise. The good thing about starting that early is that I finished up just after lunch. I interviewed a couple that met in Vietnam in 1969. He was in the Army and she was in the Red Cross entertainment group. After their tours were up, they eloped to Switzerland and were married by a magistrate. They later toured Europe and North Africa in a VW Bus.
I also interviewed a veteran of the Korean war. Both interviews were very interesting.
As I drove home, I made an executive decision: I decided to go fishing.
I loaded the truck and headed to the river. I was waste deep in the water by 2 p.m. I saw a lot of fish, and some swam close enough to stomp, but that didn't seem very sportsmanly.  I tried in vain to catch them on a dry fly, but that didn't happen.
I sat on a rock as big as a Buick, and warmed in the evening sun like a big ol' turtle. It felt good to be on the water.
Even though the fish weren't biting, I couldn't think of a better way to spend an afternoon.


  1. Aha! Rick is fishing. Spring is officially here!

  2. Sounds like the perfect end to a good day!

  3. If I remember rightly, doesn't this count as knee therapy?


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