Its spring, the ponds have all thawed out and the anglers are on the shorelines every chance they get. A lone fisherman sat across the water, enjoying the sweet melodies of the songbirds as they flitted about in the nearby trees and reeds. Occasionally he would move to reel in his line and cast it out again, but for the most part he just sat there and enjoyed the day.
Me: Hi, how're you doing?
Him: Good, you?
Me: I'm doing great, thanks.
Him: Where's all the fish? Been here since 11 o'clock this morning, only caught 2 fish all day.
Me: Maybe there were only 2 fish out there and you caught them all.
Him: They said they stocked the lake... but there aren't no fish out there. They lied! There aren't no fish out there at all.
When I left the pond a while later, he was still sitting there, his stringer with the two fish lay in the water below his feet. He hadn't had a bite since I'd been there, but you'd never tell by the look of contentment on his face.
He had reached the point in his life when it was no longer about the fish, it was all about the fishing.
5 comments:
Ah, a true fisherman! Earth, water and sky and maybe some supper! Nice shot.
Tess
Wonderful shot & entry.
The picture of serenity. I love it. Helen
Perfect entry all around...
Nancy
i love your perception of life--it is a beautiful way of looking at things
and thank you for the beautiful words you left for me on my blog
you are a beautiful soul and with more like you the world would be even more beautiful
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