I’m ready for fishing! Some of my fishing buddies have already started, but I will catch up. I have some responsibilities to take care of first, but things will change after the seventh of March. If Johnny says, “Let’s go fishing,” I’m at the attitude that I can drop everything and go fishing! I’m supposed to be retired, but Johnny and I still want to help people.
This morning I was thinking about Jerry Boynton. He died a few years ago. We used to go fishing a lot together in my canoe and later in my boat. But Jerry fell in love with swamp fishing. I don’t go swamp fishing anymore. I can’t afford to tear my legs up anymore.
When Jerry first went into the swamp with me, he was a little nervous. He wore long pants which was smart. I never wore long pants. He carried a stick in one hand and his fishing rod in the other. After we got in the water, Jerry used the stick. When he cast his rod the first time, a large fish took the lure. The fear of snakes and other creatures left his imagination and all that was on his mind was winding that fish in. It was a bowfin. The stick was left behind and never brought again. The swamp became beautiful to him like it was to me and we enjoyed its beauty.