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Oceans For Emotions: God has a sense of humor

By By Elaine Wheat
April 19, 2013 at midnight
Updated April 18, 2013 at 11:19 p.m.


"And God said, 'Let us make man in our own image after our likeness and let them have dominion over the fish of the sea ...'"

- Genesis 1:26

Now that my best fishing friend and I are both retired, we seem to spend a lot of time deciding which day is the best day to go fishing. We used to fish on any day we could when we were both off from teaching, and we didn't have to decide when to go. If we were off, we fished.

On a spring day like today, we fished.

We didn't check the allergen count; we just stuffed our bathing suit tops with a lot of paper towels on which to blow our noses and went fishing. Boy, did I look good.

In the summer, we fished when the fish fed in the early-morning dawn and the late-evening sunsets when the fish were eating supper. Obviously, I fished too long in the morning and too early in the evening, and I'm still getting my dermatologist, Dr. Lykes, to remove my mistakes. I have to go to him twice a year to get what we call "my barnacles" removed.

In the fall, we fished between northerns. We each had to take a big garbage bag full of alternate clothing in case we didn't hit the northern right. Once, when the weather change crept up on us, when we were fishing in my boat and some very nice men had to pull us in because we ran out of gas hitting the same wave over and over. It is not fun being laughed at by all the wise men at Dock's Dock in Port O'Connor.

One winter, I had replaced my fishing hat with a blue, wool cap, and I just kept fishing in that inclement weather.

My BFF and I have a fishing rule: "If you're stupid enough to do it, don't gripe about it." I finally had to break the rule when I told her I had a terrible headache.

She said "Well, no wonder, your fishing hat is frozen on your head." I tried to pull it off and it wouldn't budge. Once again, we had to go back to Dock's Dock and get laughed at by the wise men again until I could run the water from the fish cleaning table on my head so I could defrost my head so I could get my hat off.

Now, we catch ourselves saying that yesterday was the perfect day, so maybe tomorrow we'll go fishing.

Dear Lord, sometimes I wonder if my best fishing friend and I are made in your image or if you just made us for Your heavenly comic relief.

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