Post by naturelovr on Oct 8, 2008 6:16:04 GMT -6
This is 'bout my fishin' adventure yesterday, mostly written right after it happened....sure wish we had audio available....be much more effective......true story....
contains a word that some might find offensive, but i'm just quotin' what i was told, and it's kinda' important to the story.....
i don't know for sure, but i think the course of my life, may well have made a lil' turn after today's fishin' trip.....learned a little somethin' bout karma today....maybe i oughta' say i was told a little somethin' 'bout karma today....not real sure i understand what i was told yet......
jj (my young, unwanted fishin' friend) had called and left a message that he wasn't gonna' be at the pond today, but he'd sure be there tomorrow an hoped he'd see me then.....yeehaw, wasn't really plannin' on it, but i decided to go fishin'...........been needin' to do some serious ponderin' by the pond all by myself.....it was one of those cold rainy/drizzly/nasty days when the only people caught out fishin' voluntarily are fishin' fools, a group i am proud to be part of.......
the fish were just startin' to do their afternoon snackin' an' i was gettin' a really good indication that a kitty fish was about to take the hook on one a my lines....it'd been messin' with it for a bit like they do an' had gotten to the "i'm 'bout to take it" point.....anyway, my line was out toward the parking lot.....a car pulled up and a lady and a boy, probably 10, slammed outta' the car along with "barney-barneybarneybarney-BAR-NEY", who was a dachshund that the lady was yellin' for because barney-barneybarneybarney-BAR-NEY was chasin' the geese, who promply went into the pond right where that catfish had been thinkin' hard on takin' my hook.......mr. kitty fish decided he really wasn't very hungry after all.........
barney-barneybarneybarney-BAR-NEY was not on a leash, which is a very huge no-no at that pond...there is a walkin' track around it an' lotsa' folks, 'specially really old ones, walk, er, the old ones todder, around that pond, many with their elderly dogs who are havin' just as much trouble makin' it around as their owners....so dogs runnin' free are a menace....
barney-barneybarneybarney-BAR-NEY was one of those dogs who does not mind an' winds up gettin' called...a lot.........and barney-barneybarneybarney-BAR-NEY wasn't paying one bit of attention that he was being called.........while mom was trying to make barney-barneybarneybarney-BAR-NEY come to her, sonny boy was busy pullin' the packagin' off a brand new fishin' pole.......mom was helpin' sonny boy, when she wasn't busy callin' barney-barneybarrneybarney-BAR-NEY, who was goin' everywhere 'cept back to her and sonny boy..........
they finally got the pole outta' the package and put it together and hot dog (unintentional pun but i'm leavin it in).....sonny boy was ready to fish.......
mom, sonny boy and barney-barneybarneybarney-BAR-NEY started walkin' toward the dock, where i had just gotten somethin' tuggin' on another pole...somethin' decent sized, judgin' from the way my pole was bendin' as that catfish was pullin'.......
they finally made it the 50 feet or so to the dock from the parking lot with barney-barneybarneybarney-BAR-NEY only havin' to be screamed at about a dozen times before he decided to join us on the dock.........
i'm reelin' in my line that had a fighter on it....(love those fightin' kitty fish)....mom very politely says, "we're gonna' join you here on the dock"....i give points to her for courtesy....
meanwhile barney-barneybarneybarney-BAR-NEY has detected the interestin' odor of my bait and has proceeded to start nudgin' my cooler containin' said bait around where i'm workin to get my fish in.......an gettin' under my feet durin' the process.....
so i said, quite nicely i thought, "you'll hafta keep the dog away from where i'm fishin"......i mean, i'm fightin' to get this kitty fish in and we're havin a time of it with all the moss an stuff he was draggin' the line through an' i know there are a few logs down there we gotta' avoid in order for this to have this have a happy endin'..........
she seemed not to a heard me tellin' her to keep the dog away, 'cuz she didn't even call for barney-barneybarneybarney-BAR-NEY to come to her, even though he was underfoot...an they were my feet he was under..........so i said, a little louder, "dogs are supposed to be leashed here"....an she said "i know"...but still barney-barneybarneybarney-BAR-NEY was nosin' and pushin' around my bait cooler, which was beside my feet......an' i said, “look, i like dogs, got one myself, but if i had him here, he'd be on a leash"......
by then i had grabbed my net and was proceedin' to go to the bank to scoop up that wonderful kitty fish that was on my line (never works well for me to try to scoop 'em from the dock....dock's kinda' high off the water an' i'm always afraid my knot won't hold about the time i'm tryin to net 'em).....
while i was down on the bank, she had picked up barney-barneybarneybarney-BAR-NEY an was holdin' him....dandy solution.....i'm tickled to death with her doin' that........
meanwhile, sonny boy is havin a heck of a time with his new rod and reel......had an open faced reel, an' judging from what i was hearin, i'm not sure either of 'em had ever even seen one before.....they sure didn't know how to use one.....i looked over once an' sonny boy had it all wound out in what looked like a big ol' puddle of fishin' line....reminded me for all the world of charlie brown an' his kite string.........mom told sonny boy perhaps he should call his father......see if dear ol' dad could give instruction over the phone.........
meantime mom got tired of holdin' barney-barneybarneybarney-BAR-NEY apparently, an' took him to the car where he proceeded to whine an' cry............
dear ol dad was obviously tellin' sonny boy some important facts of life 'bout open faced reels......i kept hearin sonny boy say, "but dad, i don't understand what you're tellin me to do, it doesn' look like that" an' "i can't" was said a few times too..........
sonny boy took to snivelin' an' ran off to the car to join barney-barneybarneybarney-BAR-NEY in whinin' and cryin', leavin' mom to scoop up the mess of the fishin' line puddle an' when she got it all picked up, she came over to me an' said, "I HOPE YOU"RE HAPPY"......
i, who had been mindin' my own business, just sittin' there quietly willin' the kitty fish to take the bait ever since barney-barneybarneybarney-BAR-NEY had been taken out from under my feet, said "huh?.....to which she hissed (i'm not kidding...she was hissin' through clenched teeth)....."I hope you're happy.....his dad an i broke up and fishin is the ONE thing i can take him to do, an now he can't an' he's really upset and depressed".....
to say i was dumbfounded would be understatin' it quite a lot........i said the first thing that came to mind, which was perhaps not what she wanted to hear, but i said "i don't know what to tell ya".....to which she yelled, "WELL, I KNOW WHAT TO TELL YOU.....KARMA'S A BITCH."......and she stomped off.........
now i hafta' tell ya i sat an' pondered that for 'bout an hour.........i couldn't figure if she was tellin' me she had done some crappy things in the past that were comin' back to repay her...or what....
but in thinkin' 'bout the tone she used, it wasn't a “just sos you'll know what's happenin' here” kinda' tone...it was more a tone a body'd use when they were invokin' a curse on someone......
so i finally decided that she was tellin' me was that if i'da just let barney-barneybarneybarney-BAR-NEY stay on that dock without fussin' 'bout him, she an' sonny boy woulda' worn some kinda' jacket when they came fishin' an' she an' sonny boy's dad would still be together and sonny boy woulda' had a closed faced reel and sonny boy woulda' lived happily ever after, never experiencin' any upset or depression.......
i'm afraid that since i caused such a fuss about barney-barneybarneybarney-BAR-NEY needin' to be restrained, that sonny boy has been terribly traumatized and will probably require intense therapy, but he'll probably become a criminal anyway and come back someday and i'll be the victim of his crime, an right before he commits his crime, whatever it is, i'm gonna' say, “why me?” an' he's gonna' say, “lady, you remind me of a mean ol' lady that messed up our lives the day my mom and my dog, barney-barneybarneybarney-BAR-NEY and i were at the pond an' i'd just gotten a new fishin' pole right after my folks broke up....."......which is how i'm gonna know that "karma is a bitch"............
all humor aside.....after a lot of ponderin' on all this....i think that maybe, just maybe, karma mighta' had somethin' to do with this encounter after all....showin' me just how ugly i was with anger and takin' it out on innocent folks, back in the days when i started takin' my son fishin' right after his father an' i broke up years and years ago....gosh i hope i never was that bad, but i betcha' i was.....that thought makes me kinda' sick, tell ya the truth.....worked real hard down the line to make peace with the past.....
additionally, i woke up this mornin' after apparently ponderin' the situation in my sleep, an' was surprised to find that i kinda' hope i run into 'em again....think i could show sonny boy enough to get him goin' anyway....an' i'm pretty sure that maybe mom might need a listenin' type friend who's walked a few miles in those shoes she's wearin' right now.....
but i sure hope they buy barney-barneybarneybarney-BAR-NEY a leash........
contains a word that some might find offensive, but i'm just quotin' what i was told, and it's kinda' important to the story.....
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i don't know for sure, but i think the course of my life, may well have made a lil' turn after today's fishin' trip.....learned a little somethin' bout karma today....maybe i oughta' say i was told a little somethin' 'bout karma today....not real sure i understand what i was told yet......
jj (my young, unwanted fishin' friend) had called and left a message that he wasn't gonna' be at the pond today, but he'd sure be there tomorrow an hoped he'd see me then.....yeehaw, wasn't really plannin' on it, but i decided to go fishin'...........been needin' to do some serious ponderin' by the pond all by myself.....it was one of those cold rainy/drizzly/nasty days when the only people caught out fishin' voluntarily are fishin' fools, a group i am proud to be part of.......
the fish were just startin' to do their afternoon snackin' an' i was gettin' a really good indication that a kitty fish was about to take the hook on one a my lines....it'd been messin' with it for a bit like they do an' had gotten to the "i'm 'bout to take it" point.....anyway, my line was out toward the parking lot.....a car pulled up and a lady and a boy, probably 10, slammed outta' the car along with "barney-barneybarneybarney-BAR-NEY", who was a dachshund that the lady was yellin' for because barney-barneybarneybarney-BAR-NEY was chasin' the geese, who promply went into the pond right where that catfish had been thinkin' hard on takin' my hook.......mr. kitty fish decided he really wasn't very hungry after all.........
barney-barneybarneybarney-BAR-NEY was not on a leash, which is a very huge no-no at that pond...there is a walkin' track around it an' lotsa' folks, 'specially really old ones, walk, er, the old ones todder, around that pond, many with their elderly dogs who are havin' just as much trouble makin' it around as their owners....so dogs runnin' free are a menace....
barney-barneybarneybarney-BAR-NEY was one of those dogs who does not mind an' winds up gettin' called...a lot.........and barney-barneybarneybarney-BAR-NEY wasn't paying one bit of attention that he was being called.........while mom was trying to make barney-barneybarneybarney-BAR-NEY come to her, sonny boy was busy pullin' the packagin' off a brand new fishin' pole.......mom was helpin' sonny boy, when she wasn't busy callin' barney-barneybarrneybarney-BAR-NEY, who was goin' everywhere 'cept back to her and sonny boy..........
they finally got the pole outta' the package and put it together and hot dog (unintentional pun but i'm leavin it in).....sonny boy was ready to fish.......
mom, sonny boy and barney-barneybarneybarney-BAR-NEY started walkin' toward the dock, where i had just gotten somethin' tuggin' on another pole...somethin' decent sized, judgin' from the way my pole was bendin' as that catfish was pullin'.......
they finally made it the 50 feet or so to the dock from the parking lot with barney-barneybarneybarney-BAR-NEY only havin' to be screamed at about a dozen times before he decided to join us on the dock.........
i'm reelin' in my line that had a fighter on it....(love those fightin' kitty fish)....mom very politely says, "we're gonna' join you here on the dock"....i give points to her for courtesy....
meanwhile barney-barneybarneybarney-BAR-NEY has detected the interestin' odor of my bait and has proceeded to start nudgin' my cooler containin' said bait around where i'm workin to get my fish in.......an gettin' under my feet durin' the process.....
so i said, quite nicely i thought, "you'll hafta keep the dog away from where i'm fishin"......i mean, i'm fightin' to get this kitty fish in and we're havin a time of it with all the moss an stuff he was draggin' the line through an' i know there are a few logs down there we gotta' avoid in order for this to have this have a happy endin'..........
she seemed not to a heard me tellin' her to keep the dog away, 'cuz she didn't even call for barney-barneybarneybarney-BAR-NEY to come to her, even though he was underfoot...an they were my feet he was under..........so i said, a little louder, "dogs are supposed to be leashed here"....an she said "i know"...but still barney-barneybarneybarney-BAR-NEY was nosin' and pushin' around my bait cooler, which was beside my feet......an' i said, “look, i like dogs, got one myself, but if i had him here, he'd be on a leash"......
by then i had grabbed my net and was proceedin' to go to the bank to scoop up that wonderful kitty fish that was on my line (never works well for me to try to scoop 'em from the dock....dock's kinda' high off the water an' i'm always afraid my knot won't hold about the time i'm tryin to net 'em).....
while i was down on the bank, she had picked up barney-barneybarneybarney-BAR-NEY an was holdin' him....dandy solution.....i'm tickled to death with her doin' that........
meanwhile, sonny boy is havin a heck of a time with his new rod and reel......had an open faced reel, an' judging from what i was hearin, i'm not sure either of 'em had ever even seen one before.....they sure didn't know how to use one.....i looked over once an' sonny boy had it all wound out in what looked like a big ol' puddle of fishin' line....reminded me for all the world of charlie brown an' his kite string.........mom told sonny boy perhaps he should call his father......see if dear ol' dad could give instruction over the phone.........
meantime mom got tired of holdin' barney-barneybarneybarney-BAR-NEY apparently, an' took him to the car where he proceeded to whine an' cry............
dear ol dad was obviously tellin' sonny boy some important facts of life 'bout open faced reels......i kept hearin sonny boy say, "but dad, i don't understand what you're tellin me to do, it doesn' look like that" an' "i can't" was said a few times too..........
sonny boy took to snivelin' an' ran off to the car to join barney-barneybarneybarney-BAR-NEY in whinin' and cryin', leavin' mom to scoop up the mess of the fishin' line puddle an' when she got it all picked up, she came over to me an' said, "I HOPE YOU"RE HAPPY"......
i, who had been mindin' my own business, just sittin' there quietly willin' the kitty fish to take the bait ever since barney-barneybarneybarney-BAR-NEY had been taken out from under my feet, said "huh?.....to which she hissed (i'm not kidding...she was hissin' through clenched teeth)....."I hope you're happy.....his dad an i broke up and fishin is the ONE thing i can take him to do, an now he can't an' he's really upset and depressed".....
to say i was dumbfounded would be understatin' it quite a lot........i said the first thing that came to mind, which was perhaps not what she wanted to hear, but i said "i don't know what to tell ya".....to which she yelled, "WELL, I KNOW WHAT TO TELL YOU.....KARMA'S A BITCH."......and she stomped off.........
now i hafta' tell ya i sat an' pondered that for 'bout an hour.........i couldn't figure if she was tellin' me she had done some crappy things in the past that were comin' back to repay her...or what....
but in thinkin' 'bout the tone she used, it wasn't a “just sos you'll know what's happenin' here” kinda' tone...it was more a tone a body'd use when they were invokin' a curse on someone......
so i finally decided that she was tellin' me was that if i'da just let barney-barneybarneybarney-BAR-NEY stay on that dock without fussin' 'bout him, she an' sonny boy woulda' worn some kinda' jacket when they came fishin' an' she an' sonny boy's dad would still be together and sonny boy woulda' had a closed faced reel and sonny boy woulda' lived happily ever after, never experiencin' any upset or depression.......
i'm afraid that since i caused such a fuss about barney-barneybarneybarney-BAR-NEY needin' to be restrained, that sonny boy has been terribly traumatized and will probably require intense therapy, but he'll probably become a criminal anyway and come back someday and i'll be the victim of his crime, an right before he commits his crime, whatever it is, i'm gonna' say, “why me?” an' he's gonna' say, “lady, you remind me of a mean ol' lady that messed up our lives the day my mom and my dog, barney-barneybarneybarney-BAR-NEY and i were at the pond an' i'd just gotten a new fishin' pole right after my folks broke up....."......which is how i'm gonna know that "karma is a bitch"............
************
all humor aside.....after a lot of ponderin' on all this....i think that maybe, just maybe, karma mighta' had somethin' to do with this encounter after all....showin' me just how ugly i was with anger and takin' it out on innocent folks, back in the days when i started takin' my son fishin' right after his father an' i broke up years and years ago....gosh i hope i never was that bad, but i betcha' i was.....that thought makes me kinda' sick, tell ya the truth.....worked real hard down the line to make peace with the past.....
additionally, i woke up this mornin' after apparently ponderin' the situation in my sleep, an' was surprised to find that i kinda' hope i run into 'em again....think i could show sonny boy enough to get him goin' anyway....an' i'm pretty sure that maybe mom might need a listenin' type friend who's walked a few miles in those shoes she's wearin' right now.....
but i sure hope they buy barney-barneybarneybarney-BAR-NEY a leash........
