A man was on the water for his weekly fishing trip. He began his day with an 8-pound bass on the first cast and a 7-pounder on the second. On the third cast he had just caught his first ever bass over 11 pounds when his cell phone rang.
It was a doctor notifying him that his wife had just been in a terrible accident and was in critical condition and in the ICU. The man told the doctor to inform his wife where he was, and that he'd be there as soon as possible. As he hung up he realized he was leaving what was shaping up to be his best day ever on the water.
He decided to get in a couple of more casts before heading to the hospital. He ended up fishing the rest of the morning, finishing his trip with a stringer like he'd never seen, with 3 bass over 10 pounds. He was jubilant.
Then he remembered his wife. Feeling guilty, he dashed to the hospital. He saw the doctor in the corridor and asked about his wife's condition.
The doctor glared at him and shouted, "You went ahead and finished your fishing trip didn't you! I hope you're proud of yourself! While you were out for the past four hours enjoying yourself on the pond, your wife has been anguishing in the ICU! It's just as well you went ahead and finished, because it will be more than likely the last fishing trip you ever take! For the rest of her life she will require 'round the clock care. And you'll be her care giver forever!"
The man was feeling so guilty he broke down and sobbed.
The doctor then chuckled and said, "I'm just pulling your leg. She's dead. What'd you catch?"
Jeff Foxworthy once said, "if you've ever been too drunk to fish... you might be a redneck."
I have, in fact, been too drunk to fish on at least two occasions that I can recall. So I guess I'm a redneck.
When I was around eight years old, I loved spending the summers at DeRuyter Lake one mile from DeRuyter, NY. My grandfather had a wooden orange banana shaped fishing lure with hooks on it - his favorite.
I asked him if I could put it on my fishing line to cast out into the lake from the dock, and he told me 'no' because it was valuable to him.
I did not obey him. I snuck it out of his tool box, and I went to the dock and began casting it out into the water and reeling it in.
Suddenly the hook got caught on something at the bottom of the lake. When I reeled it in, there was nothing but an empty line. I had to face my grandfather with the fact that I did not listen to him and that I had lost his precious lure.
In all these years I have never forgotten that incident. It taught me a valuable lesson about dishonesty. I have never done anything like that since. Blessings, Sparklea
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