Thursday, September 29, 2011
Why fishing disturbs me...
I'm not a good "outdoorsman" - or outdoors-woman, I should say.
I'm not a camper... I like indoor plumbing.
And I really, REALLY dont like to kill animals.... even fish
I used to go to the lake though with my grandparents quite a bit when I was little. It was always nice because my aunt had property down at Rough River - a good hour & a half drive & we were "away".
I always liked going because it was just fun to be away from home... my cousins were normally down there... & this "camping" definitely had indoor plumbing. It actually had 2 bathrooms - many beds - a 2 story house. Now THAT's camping!
But the family were big fishers. We were out on the boat all weekend long. I just like to go on the boat rides & then as a "preteen" - the main important thing in life was working on my tan. (My wrinkled skin just gave a big sigh...DONT TAN YOUNG PEOPLE!!!)
There were usually 2 boats down there that everyone would use. A big Pontoon boat where everyone could snack, talk, have fun hanging out - & a fisherman's boat. Where the SERIOUS fishing went on.
For some reason - goodness only knows how it happened - I ended up on that boat with my grandfather.
This was the boat that would so slowly as you were dragging the line behind you - you had to be quite to not scare the fish - this was where the fishing world lived. (how DID I end up on that boat?)
I dont know how since I was the person who would secretly go behind people who caught fish & "Accidentally" let it slip out of my hand back into the water. I'd give a whisper of "you're FREE!" - & I think the fish even winked at me sometimes.
We're moving along - slowly - quietly... my Papaw gets a bite. He pulls in a fish & I'm like - "UGH" because I knew it was going to cause a big mess in the boat because this was a BIG FISH! & it looked funny too - like it was a sword fish. The most bizarre thing I've ever seen. But he didnt bring it in the boat...
instead, he kept it on the line & took the boat closer to the shore line.
He then... oh Lordy... I'm getting all sweaty & shaky thinking about it again...he took the fish & pulled it up on the shore line. He then proceeded to take the paddle out of the boat & BEAT.THE.FISH!!!!!
I was FREAKINGGGGGGGG OUTTTTTTTT!!!!
Like standing up in the boat screaming like my grandfather had lost his mind! NOOO!!!!! WHHYYY??? I think people had to hear my scream for miles!
Papaw told me that this was a 'gar' - whatever that is. And he told me they were "useless" - you couldnt eat them & they ate all the fish that you COULD eat... so he wanted to make sure it didnt get any other fish.
I was so disturbed...
this happened like 30 years ago & I can tell you exactly where the boat was at - what the paddle looked like - remember standing up rocking the boat while I was screaming.
I think my Papaw just laughed at me... I refused to stop screaming & crying though until he took me back to camp.
... I dont think I ever got back on that "fishing boat" again...
...& now, I just invision a horrible remake of Nemo in my mind... see? disturbing...