While I was eating breakfast this morning, this fellow walked by carrying his fishing pole on the way to to the river down the road.
Cane pole fishing was all I ever did on the farm. We had our pond stocked with catfish and I remember my mom and I fishing for dinner. Fishing was fun when I was a kid and I never thought about it as being a way to have a good meal.
Now I have a hunch that the fellow in the photo is on his way to capture a meal and he isn’t thinking about having fun. It has been a while since I have seen him on the way to fish. Hope he has a great day and makes his quota.