Oceans For Emotions: Beyond all scientific reasoning
Feb. 25, 2011 at midnight
Updated Feb. 24, 2011 at 8:25 p.m.
By Elaine WheatEditor's Note: This is the second of I don't know how many articles titled: "I Cried Till I Laughed."
"In all thy ways, acknowledge Him and He shall direct thy paths."
- Proverbs 3:7
As the fish tales waved on, another one of us fishing friends told her story of near tragic proportions that would surely bring us to tears over her terror that not even a bunch of "Barnacle Buddies" could find laughable. Not.
I CRIED TILL I LAUGHED, ARTICLE TWO
The youngest one of our party, who had joined our beachwood fire that night announced that she had the scariest tale of all, and she was just thankful that she was alive to tell it, but she felt as if she had the right to tell it because she had her Master of Science degree, and her experiment while fishing defied all scientific laws.
She was wade fishing near the mouth of Powderhorn Lake, a salt water inlet, when she saw the birds working near a little shell reef, and being a Master of Science recipient, she knew the trout were there just beyond her casting reach by about 10 yards. She remembered the laws of doing the "fisherman's shuffle," as she drug her tennis shoes across the ruffled bottom in case of rocks or stingrays and methodically began casting to cylindrical spots around the reef.
Soon she had her limits of "keepables," but as she turned to go in, she saw that the 10 yards of sea water had turned into 10 yards of stingrays of all sizes that belayed the theoretical facts of ray's reproduction rates to a significant degree.
Not being able to wade back to land, she hypothesized that she could only wade out deeper and hope that they would go away. She knew that hope has no place in the scientific theory, but she waded onward from knee deep to pee deep, then belly deep and finally to bust deep. (I know that those are not scientific terms, but lady fisher people have their own language.) The stingrays stalked her.
Just as she was ready to accept the conclusion of dying at sea, a little boat with two fishermen stopped near her. After much gesturing to them and they not understanding her scientific problem, she gripped the rod in her teeth, swam up to them, hauled herself up by the motor and boarded their boat.
The men were very nice and took her up to the Powderhorn Marina and laughed until they cried as they told her story over and over. After all, they were two science teachers from San Antonio, so they had a lot in common.
Dear Lord, help us to follow your path and take life as directed. I heard a large, low rumble in the sky that day. Was that You laughing?