Gone fishing



I didn’t know if it was the beer, the blazing sun, or a combination of the two, but I suddenly felt sleepy out on the river bank.

It was nice to be away from the city for a few days, and for the first time in ages, I felt my mind soften around the edges.

As I finished the last of my drink, my friend turned to ask if I fancied doing a spot of fishing…A smile crept across my face as I found myself out on the deck of their narrow boat. After a quick lesson in the basics, my friend hopped back onto solid ground…and there I stood, alone in my thoughts, looking out across the river. The peacefulness of that moment was beautiful!

It didn’t last long!

I watched the lure fly gracefully out across the water to land with a gentle splash once again…Then I felt my line pull…hard. The rod began to bend, and for a moment, I wondered if I had managed to get it caught again on some weed at the bottom. Within a few seconds, to my absolute horror, I pulled the line out of the water and found myself staring at a thrashing 25lb pike!
With that, I screamed, my friends came running, and passers-by stopped to see what was causing such a commotion. And so the battle to release the giant began…

The mere sight of its razor-sharp teeth coming towards me was enough to have me climbing up the railing away from it.

After what seemed like an age of twisting and struggling, I watched my friend bend down to place him back into the water from whence he came. He was finally home. Safe. Free.

Then as I looked down through the ripples, laughing with relief, I realised something: In life, there will always be challenges. Things happen unexpectedly to take us on a different journey. Sometimes we find ourselves in an unimagined future where we don’t always get what we want…but occasionally, get just what we need.

And that night, as I looked out of the car window into the starry sky, I couldn’t help but smile. This would forever be the day that I wrestled with a river monster, and won!


8 thoughts on “Gone fishing

  1. Congratulations on your battle with that nasty ferocious river monster. Thank goodness he was set free, or you'll be forever haunted by his friends every time you go near a river – ok well maybe not, but..

    I've often thought fishing was more and excuse to sit and contemplate life, the universe and everything without other people thinking your lazy and crazy!


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