See that picture? I actually caught a weakfish just like that, one night out on the dock.
We miss fishing! For 23 years, at precisely this time of year, Patty and I rented the same house on Long Beach Island, overlooking Barnegat Bay. We fished every day, weather permitting. After the first week of two, our fishing skills were back up to speed and won us some glorious fish dinners. Weakfish, blowfish, sea robins, fluke, eels, bluefish–wonderful!
But now it’s too far to go, and LBI has changed, and what we’ve got left are memories, good memories that never get stale.
(We caught some rather large sharks, too, but always let them go.)
Sadly, the world has changed around us. Favorite places change and, in many cases, the change is not for the better. Amen, come quickly Lord Jesus.
In my lifetime the only changes truly for the better were in dentistry and chess notation.
Our ultra technical world has brought many good things, but overall, our culture has decayed because of its moral degeneration.
Our successful innovations haven’t translated into the moral sphere.
I can think of lots of things in my lifetime that have changed for the better — just for openers, self-defrosting refrigerators!
I can just barely remember my father having to defrost the refrigerator. He didn’t have to do that anymore by the time I was ten or so.
Everyone in my family has loved fishing. Me— not so much, but I went along with the others in the various boats we owned through the years, and it was kind of fun.
Nothing’s better than fresh blowfish–but you have to catch it yourself, they don’t sell it in the stores.
And now you are a full-time fisher of men!!
I’d still appreciate some blowfish now and then.