Hubs goes fishing every morning. He says,
“I’m off to catch dinner…”
Luckily we have salmon, shrimp and cod in the freezer otherwise I would be as thin as a rail.
The sport is calming, meditative and relaxing and usually not very fruitful.
I can see him from the deck on the house with stilts we are looking after, sitting quietly in his folding chair, casting gracefully.
He has had a couple of bites but the only thing he’s landed so far is a gar which has really sharp teeth and isn’t anything he would want to bring to the dinner table.
He did spot an alligator taking its merry, sweet, time along the canal no more than 20 feet from where he was fishing! The canal water is dark and still except when the fish are flying and the alligator blended in really well, but he was startled, my Cowboy-Fisher I mean!
The next morning he texted me from the dock.
“An alligator just got my bobber…”
“You what?” I said,
“Come and see, he’s right here looking at me, he’s got my bobber…”
I went downstairs and tiptoed across the lawn towards him.
Sure enough this young gator had slipped from the bushes opposite to come and see what my Cowboy-Fisher was up to,
it was the same one, I’m sure, who interrupted prayers that morning.
I watched as the giant lizard took the line down to the bottom!
My Cowboy-Fisher was reeling it in, his line that is, but the ‘gator was having none of it! Eventually it surfaced and must have spat the hook out or finished with flossing its teeth.
There were tooth marks in the bobber.
Hubs is an alligator magnet.
I’d better be careful around him!
Yesterday morning I was summoned again and off I went to see him casting out, watching as the ‘gator had a nose off with the bobber, reeling in the line then casting again and again, teasing the predator.
Then the alligator, tired of the little game, grabbed the hook and took it off to the muddy bottoms again before letting go!
I left my Cowboy-Fisher saying,
“That’s a dangerous game you’re playing…if you insist on fishing for ‘gators I’ll have to stop you from coming down to the dock!”
He agreed but there was a glint in his blue eyes.
This morning he waved goodbye and said,
“I’m off to catch dinner honey, want another alligator?”
“There’s not enough room in the freezer! Throw him back when you catch him again!”
And he did!
Our neighbors have told us,
“I’ve never seen an alligator…and I’ve lived here for years!”
Well either they’re blind, or aren’t paying attention
or we are living in extraordinary times.
Well hello there! My name is Vivienne McNeny.
I am an empty nester exploring life as a Boomer…you could say I'm happily Boomering along!
As a homeschooling Mum I have finally quit the job of role model and mentor to my four children. I do what I want to do, eat when I feel like it, enjoy life with my blue eyed cowboy and clean my house once a month or so whether it needs it or not!
In true English form I write about the emergence of my true identity now that I can no longer hide behind my children as their Mum.
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