Saturday I met a young man of 82 years on the bank fishing. We both sat in chairs throwing plastic swimmy jigs trying to catch some crappie. We caught crappie by the droves, a few brim and a catfish. Yes a catfish. If you move the jigs real slow and bump the bottom catfish will eat it. As we fished we talked, nothing deep or serious, just talk between two retired men sitting on a bank fishing. We mostly talked of life after retirement, about the part-time jobs that almost all retired gentlemen have at one time or another. The love of golf both of us have, he still playing, me not so much anymore and the people we both knew, without knowing each other. The one common thread was laughter and the love of life and family we both have. I am glad I met this fine young man.
The real fun came when it was time to clean the fish. There is a cleaning station at the pond. As the fish are Filleted their remains are thrown in the water, creating a chumming effect. Within minutes catfish are all over the place and so easy to catch. Everybody caught catfish midst laughter, giggling and screams of excitement. It is just good ole country fun. All but two of the fish were thrown back, keep and clean what you can eat and leave the rest for another day.