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By Unchained Date: 2001 Aug 12 Comment on this Work [[2001.08.12.18.47.13011]] |
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He twitched the tip of the rod with the smallest flick of his wrist and the results were immediate. The water exploded as the bass rose and the old man passed the rod to me. He talked to me telling me how to keep the pressure steady but not too hard to yeild and then coach until the fight was gone. I was amazed at the size of the fish speachless and breathless at how I had finally landed it. He explained over the course of the afternoon how love and relationships were so much the same in the way you had to handle them. Listening like a child at the feet of a great teacher I asked how he had learned so much. He sniffed. And grinned. Perhaps there was a tear hidden there in the turning of his head. He told me in answer to both lessons that he had been hung many times fished at the wrong times in the wrong places and lost a lot of "good ones" either by his ignorance or carelessness. He had done so much wrong for so long he finally knew what was right with fish and with love. He wasn't sure he'd ever get the chance at love again so he sat and prayed and fished. |