I cut the line. Now, as I sit here and think about it, I hope and pray that that catfish is working his way up the Tuckahoe River, decorated with a bit of handcarved, hand-painted balsa wood. I also hope and pray that Dad is watching over him, delighted in his vigor, the beat of his tail, the omniscience of his lateral line. Now that I think about it, that makes me a better fisherman than I thought. For such hopes and prayers are what fishing is all about: every cast, every turn of the reel, a sort of prayer, an exercise in faith.
any doubt you’ve got something alive on the other end of your line. So, I was feeling pretty good about myself this morning when, having boated my fish, I went to work with a pair of needle-nosed pliers on the hook embedded in its jaw. I’d been at it only a short time when, suddenly, I remembered the pamphlet and the fifteen second clock. How long had the thing been out of water? I gave the pliers a quarter turn, watched the fish’s mouth twist cruelly, began a desperate count: one, two, three, four, five.... I cut the line. I listen to authority, respect authority, it’s one of my father’s legacies – like that plug. And so
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September 2011 Tidewater Times