Pickles by Brian Crane for October 16, 2021

Don’t be like that Earl. Take Nelson to your favorite spot. Give him a chance to catch a fish or two.

I never fished with my grandfathers (paternal one lived in Wyoming and died before I was born, maternal one lived in Arizona and I didn’t grow up visiting him that often).

My dad took me fishing a few times. It was fun to catch something, but awfully boring otherwise. Now it’s all catch and release except at the ocean. What’s the point if you can’t eat them? Are there still places that allow you to catch and keep/eat?

Just be sure to stop by the fishmonger on the way home.

For some men, it’s not about catching fish. It’s about sitting in a boat and drinking beer.

My favorite part is putting a worm on the hook!

My Grandfather and I went fishing, I cherish the memory and I hope you do too Nelson!

It was fun as a kid to go out fishing on a rivers and streams surrounded by woods with my cousins. Catching fish was nice but not necessary. Cleaning, frying, and eating fish was a great bonus.

Nelson not all things in life are instant . Some you must wait for ;-)

Going with the technicality there, huh, Earl?

I used to toss a line into the water with a bobber and no hook, just a sinker to hold it down. Then, I’d settle down with my back against a tree and just enjoy Nature. Best excuse ever for idling. Also really flummoxed the Fish and Wildlife guy when he asked to see my fishing license.

My father-in-law lived to fish. He went to the lake every single day after he retired.

Never knew my grandparents. Never even knew the last one was still living until all his children took their families to sit through his last night. From what we were told later, the way he reared them did not foster a lot of love in his 9 children. Thank goodness none of them ever followed his reported parenting style. Our sons remember the love and kindnesses and laughter of our parents and our parents’ siblings, a wonderful bunch, and I am grateful for that.

Oy! Earl talks in circles to Nelson!

lived on a lake for 30 years taught my grandson how to fish still some of both of our best memories now that he’s almost 20 he wants to go back to the old lake, catch some of the same old fish and see some good friends

Mercury-Lincoln had to recall a bunch of Capris back in the 70’s.

“Why?”, you asked? Because they found traces of tuna in them.

ba-da-bum….tshhhhh

Thank you, thank you. I’ll be here all week. Don’t forget to tip your waiter and try the meatloaf.

Nothing wrecks a kid’s enjoyment of an experience like an adult constantly saying, “Isn’t this fun?!?”

For me, fishing was never about catching anything. It was about getting away from the stress of work and daily existence and enjoying the peace and solitude in nature. I got some of my most creative ideas while fishing.

Best fishing we ever had was on Yellowstone Lake in early June. Had to throw the bigger ones back, unfortunately they were all bigger ones. Caught and released around 100 fish a day. Got to where if we saw them coming toward the lure, we’d try to keep it away from them.

The “catching” comes on the way home.. saves the muss of cleaning and scaling and if you shop at the right take out.. even the cooking.

My son when Nelson’s age said “I like fishing. Sometimes you pull out a fish, sometimes you pull out a worm”

It sure would be easier to catch something if pollution hadn’t reduced populations so significantly.

It’s great to catch and take home fish to eat but to me it’s more about the solitude of the natural setting, the sand dunes, waves and sky, beachcombing, watching the airplanes and boats and enjoying that lovely aroma landlubbers call the smell of the sea and mariners call the smell of land.

Catching is the hard part.

I prefer fishing to catching.

Apropos of nothing, I hate blueberries.

Fishing is mostly about drinking beer in a boat. Except ice fishing, which is about drinking beer on a frozen lake.

The pole just lets you claim to be doing something. I like lazing by a crick, lake or sea.

Earl has a perfect answer!

I always go fishing without a hook, I hate killing anything.

Awwwwwww….. they’re finally doing something fun.!!!!!

I can remember fishing with my dad and grandfather. One evening, on a lake in northern Wisconsin, we were trolling for walleye. I tired of it, and switched to casting a small minnow-like lure. While I was pulling in perch and panfish, dad and grandpa got skunked. It was great to have bragging rights when we got back.

Yep, boy, that’s how we provide the truth … in bits and pieces.

The proper example of the problems with many a fishing expedition — sometimes they just ain’t no fish!!

Catching something just ruins the day. I’d rather just sit and relax in the drifting boat watch the shore lazily slip past, sitting quietly, watching the wildlife come to the water to drink, swim or float along. the loons crying as they land nearby. An idyllic day.

It’s aptly named.

but that is the object of fishing.

BrillianT ! I love it!