Originally, I was going to bow out of this Fun Monday. I had convinced myself that this week's challenge was beyond my area of expertise. The wonderful hostess, UR Olive, has asked the participants to tell a fish story. Of course, by definition fish stories are not necessarily true to life. Fisherman and fisherwomen seem to be given to exaggeration. Not being a fish enthusiast, I was going to exclude myself from this delightful foray into the world of fishing. I have been fishing a few times, but I never caught one fish.
However, I remembered a time back in 1978 that , our sons, Luke and Dean, did go fishing with a dear family friend, Rick, and his children. I think that Dean was 7 and Luke was 4. Since my husband and I were not experienced fisherman, we had no fishing equipment. Rick provided the children with cane poles. The children were understandably excited about the day of fishing. The small fishing expedition went to a nearby park that used to be called "The Trap Shoot" and is now called Independence Park. As I remember, the fishers returned in about an hour's time. Although I wanted the children to have a good time, I was rather hoping that they would not catch any fish. I know little about fishing and even less about cleaning fish.
Independence Park Today
As you might imagine, if I was not looking forward to cleaning a fish, I certainly did not want to butcher a turtle besides Luke would not want the turtle for food. As far as I know, Rick's friend took the turtle for soup. Or perhaps, they let the turtle return to his home in the pond.
To read about other true-to-life or not fishing stories, visit Olive for a list of participants.