Not really sure where this one is coming from, for it has nothing to do with vacation, but asking a simple question. The question is simple, why would a group of people who grew up going on fishing trips, never go fishing?
Since it is Friday, let’s roll back time to the 1960’s when life was simple, where Peace, love and the occasional demonstrations where taking place. It is kind of interesting how things really never change, other than the methods. It Friday afternoon and 0 just came home from work, one could feel the excitement in the air, just waiting for a new adventure! 0A would be packing the food, 0 would be getting the sleeping bags, tent, camping stove, lanterns, fishing tackle, and the old outboard engine that 1 purchased from Mr. Fodie. Thinking back 6 is really not sure how 0 packed all of that gear in the car, but magic does happen. Before one realized it was time to pack ourselves in the car and head to someplace to camp and fish! 6 is going to use some logic at this time. Let’s figure we left the old homestead at 6:00, and every time we went on a fishing trip, we arrived after dark, that means that is a solid 3 hours of driving, where did we go? In any case, we finally got to our spot, unpacked the car, in the dark, put up the tent, searched the woods for fire wood, started a fire, and low and behold we had the first sighting of a wild turkey! As the wild turkey made it’s impacts, the conversations just became more and more interesting, but soon just like clock works the rains came, the water infiltrated everything in the camp site, and it was now time to call it a night. Not really sure how much sleep 6 actually got, between the roots, in his back and the water from the rain dripping in his face, but before you knew it, one could smell the coffee, and the bacon, meaning it was time to get up, eat some bacon and eggs, and have some of those powdered sugar donuts! What a way to start the day! It was about this time when 0 and either 1 or 2 would get in the car, and go someplace to find a nice boat so we could head out on the river or lake and do some serious fishing! Soon enough we could see them either rowing down the river, or cursing along in that mighty outboard engine! We would all pile into the boat or boats and head out for the big catch! Since we only had one motor and most of the time two row boats, one of the boats would be towed by the other making the journey to the perfect fishing spot even longer. Soon enough it was time to drop the old coffee can filled with concrete in to the river so that we would not let the current drag us away from the perfect spot. The real question was how in the world did 0 know where the perfect spot was? As 6 remembers that was the talk over the camp fire the night before. Very soon the boat was full of fish, the sun was roasting us, and we were ready to call it a day of fishing. Boats taken back to the place where 0 got them, the old cast iron, placed on the Colman gas stove, fish cleaned, and being fried in the bacon grease for the morning breakfast! What a sight! You all probably wonder why fish in not 6’s favorite food! After lunch, time to clean the utensils in the river, pack them up in the car, and head back home. The funny thing was on the trip up to camp, the talking never stopped, but the trip home, not a word was spoken, for everyone was sound asleep, before we left the camp site. Great memories!
6 often wonders what ever happened to all of that camping grear, for example that out board motor, it was 20 years old in the 60’s, 6 bets if 8 could find that he would be sitting on a gold mine!
Words of Wisdom: Remember the past, for it is why you are what you are today. Learn from mistakes, turn that into growth, and wisdom.
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