Guest Column: Go fish |
I love being out on the water and hate fishing. Or maybe it’s the other way around.
A colleague of mine invited me to go out on a lake and try our luck at catching fish. I categorically refused.
It’s not that I hate fish. I love fish, especially with a side of rice and a cool drink. I just hate sitting around for 12 hours to catch a fish the size of a thimble.
But my coworker begged and pleaded and mentioned the seven-foot-long salmon he was sure lurked somewhere beneath the surface, and at last I assented.
We sat in a little canoe that already had water in the bottom of it before we even got on the pond. Then my coworker jerked the oars and we were off on our fishing adventure.
I asked where he was rowing us. He mentioned he was rowing toward the middle of the........