The thing about living here is you get the full flavor of each season. Sometimes it’s a double shot of flavor but always different nonetheless. You can recognize fall, winter, spring, and summer. Mostly you try to survive the winter, run away from summer and live it up in the spring and fall. Those of you who live in Oregon and California have been climatically cheated. You only get two seasons. Those of you who live in Texas aren’t doing much better. You’ve got, what, 2 and 1/2? Forget about it Florida boy! Mr. living life in the Sunshine state.
The past few days have been spectacular. Crisp clear mornings with just a slight warming trend in the afternoon. I missed my day off last week so I decided to cash it in yesterday and baby did I choose a humdinger!
I’ve a had few fishing days in my life were everything was clicking. Forget being in the zone whilst preaching - I was in the pescatorial zone. I caught so many fish (and released them) that I stopped counting - though I believe it was around a bakers dozen.
Remember that 1980’s muscle head, weightlifting, pentecostal group known as the power team? They would prance around in spandex - during a time when men should not prance around in spandex - tearing phone books, breaking baseball bats and all other sorts of feats of strength. Right before they would rip a phone book they would yell “for every phone book I tear that’s another 1000 souls saved for Jesus.” Or, “for every bat I break over my head that’s another 100 souls for Jesus.” It’s the bat breaking over the head, by the way, that leads to public prancing in spandex.
That’s what I thought about yesterday. Yikes! In this context: “for every fish I catch that’s another 100 souls saved for Jesus!” I think I’m on to something here and better continue to hone my skill.
