Life of a Fisherman…

Life of a Fisherman… Trials and tribulations; abruptly bulldozed by reality!     Pre-Dawn- 4:27 a.m. There's nothing more pleasant than the whispering sound of your 'first cast of the day' lure floating, mid-air, like a dandelion seed drifting aimlessly to it’s unknown mark and then followed by it’s faint plunking into the still waters of a shy dawn’s first light. It’s second only to the following slight wisp of a cool breeze, whistling a familiar, yet alien tune through your line and pole,  just as dawn breaks to wake up the rest of the world out of it’s slumbering innocence…(which in probably 10 or fifteen minutes will instantly transform into the chaos of bouncing beach balls and screaming adolescence!)   The silence, both before, and after this personally gratifying cast, is not an uncomfortable silence; oh, quite the contrary. It's instead a soothing to the soul and subconscious, that tends to make all life's pressures vanish, and leaving only one thought left on your mind as you humbly anticipate the first vibrations of a nibble at the other end of your ritualistic baiting stick.... How's it gonna' taste? Hmmmmm… You already know that answer! Pre-armed with the sweet aroma of your frying pan, butter and spices already lying in wait and they too, almost crackle a systematic tune of anticipation; and sound like the singing melody of pride and rewardance of one of our most primal instincts that waters and floods one’s taste buds into a lake of it’s own salivitation… And your second thought?... Ugh, If I eat it…,  how am I going to show everybody my prize catch?  Aghh…! I forgot the stupid camera! Alright!... Honey…?! You can untie the youngsters and bring on the beach balls now! -The pure agony of defeat! Strminorman59