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Oceans for Emotions: Keep casting for knowledge

Sept. 8, 2010 at 4:08 a.m.
Updated Sept. 10, 2010 at 4:10 a.m.

Elaine Wheat

By Elaine Wheat"Do unto others as you would have them do unto you."

- Luke 6:31

Ann is one of my true friends, even though she has always turned me down when I have asked her to go fishing with me. She just says, "No, I don't like to fish." That was why I was really surprised when she called me and asked me if she could go fishing with me the next time I went.

I teased her about changing her mind about fishing, and she assured me that she was of the same mind set. All she wanted to do was go with me and watch me fish and to see for herself why it always made me happy, but she still wasn't going to fish.

I love being useful, but I hate being used. Since I couldn't figure out which one I was being this time, I told her that I would pick her up one hour before dawn. Ann asked me exactly what time that would be. I just told to her, "Go figure!" Just in case I was being used, I had to get even.

When we got down to the water, I just set up to fish beachside so we could at least visit. She put her chair about 20 feet upwind from me, stating that from that distance she could see me and see what made me happy, but she didn't have to see or smell any bait or fish guts. The "drama queen" was about to push me too far.

I used a mullet that I had caught in my cast net that Ann had run away from when I asked her to help throw for bait. I put the mullet on a treble hook and used a cork to fish over a sand and shell reef. I hung my first flounder and slid it up on the sandy beach. From her beach bleacher, Ann cheered wildly, clapped and jumped up and down until I told her to shut up because she would scare any other fish away. Like a professional, I smiled hugely and nodded my fish hat. I re-baited and in no time, I had gotten another "flatfish" that I had to walk up and down the shoreline until one of us gave up, and it blinked both its eyes first. Holding her nose and covering most of her eyes, Ann crept toward me, but I could see her smiling and softly giggling at "our" flounder.

Ann boldly stated that on the next one I hooked, she wanted to pull it in so that when she got home, she could tell her husband and three sons that she had caught a fish. Being older and bolder, I just said "No way!" She whined, "Why not?"

It is exactly because you have a husband and three sons that I won't let you pull in my fish. How do you think they would feel about some mother who only wanted to pull in their fish and never catch her own? We are too good of friends for me to let that happen to you. Go to the car and get that gold rod with the red reel. You are going to get your first fishing lesson, including baiting up, casting, hooking and catching. She did and learned quickly. I have never seen a happier fisherman on the way home at "dark thirty."

Dear Lord, thank You for showing us how to live a perfect life. We can't really do it yet, but You at least let us keep casting away at it. And, God, in your wisdom, I will wait for next time to teach my friend, "Fish Cleaning" Lesson No. 2. I can't do unto her too much at one time.

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