When it comes to southern pass times, none is more revered than bass fishing. Bass fishing is more than fishing and has such a following that it borders on religion. There are bass fishing television shows, bass fishing conventions, bass fishing stores where you can get special bass fishing equipment and even specific bass fishing boats. There are bass fishing contests where contestants have corporate sponsors and spend their waking non-fishing hours discussing the fine differences between lures and rods. (Yes, plural: rods!)
My son-in-l;aw has recently got himself a fishing boat and more than a handful of different rods and reels (I never knew you should have more than one!) Just the other day, he invited me to go along on a quick afternoon trip to the local fishing hole. I had to say no. When he asked why, I had to tell the truth, and hang my head as I told him.
I don't fish. I mean, I can toss fishing lures into the water, or bait a hook, but in the long run all I end up doing it drowning the bait. I am a terrible fisherman. In the somewhat vast experience I have with rods and reels and fish and bait, I've caught only one fish, and that was purely by accident.
I was a mere lad of 9 or 10 at the time. I had seen a nice big trout swirling about my line and went to pull the line to "present" the bait a bit better. Instead, I snagged the trout in the rear fin. I tossed him back because it just didn't' seem fair. I've never fished successful before or since.
To be honest, I've not been fishing in more than 20 years which, in itself, may keep me from ever really being recognized as a GOB. (Go ahead, check the link, I can wait. Done? Ok, moving on...)
Southern men seem to be fishermen from an early age. The son-in-law takes his 4 yr old son fishing and the little tyke's even caught a few fish of his own. He will, no doubt, become a GOB. Me? I'm still drowning bait. I live in between two large bodies of water and have a third within easy driving distance. You'd think I'd fish regularly. I don't even own a single rod and reel. (Let alone several.)
It's just another of those southern things that I don't have, won't have, can't get but would love to have that would surely make me one of the Southern population.
I was a mere lad of 9 or 10 at the time. I had seen a nice big trout swirling about my line and went to pull the line to "present" the bait a bit better. Instead, I snagged the trout in the rear fin. I tossed him back because it just didn't' seem fair. I've never fished successful before or since.
To be honest, I've not been fishing in more than 20 years which, in itself, may keep me from ever really being recognized as a GOB. (Go ahead, check the link, I can wait. Done? Ok, moving on...)
Southern men seem to be fishermen from an early age. The son-in-law takes his 4 yr old son fishing and the little tyke's even caught a few fish of his own. He will, no doubt, become a GOB. Me? I'm still drowning bait. I live in between two large bodies of water and have a third within easy driving distance. You'd think I'd fish regularly. I don't even own a single rod and reel. (Let alone several.)
It's just another of those southern things that I don't have, won't have, can't get but would love to have that would surely make me one of the Southern population.
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