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[Dec. 6th, 2008|02:17 am] |
"There are some fish that cannot be caught. It's not that they're faster or stronger than the other fish. They're just touched by something extra special. Call it luck. Call it grace. One such fish was The Beast. By the time I was born, he was already a legend. He'd take more hundred-dollar lures than any fish in Alabama. Some said that fish was the ghost of Henry Walls, a thief who'd drowned in the river 60 years before. Others claimed he was a lesser dinosaur, left over from the Cretaceous period. I didn't put any stock into such speculation or superstition. All I knew was I'd been trying to catch that fish since I was a boy no bigger than you. And on the day you were born, that was the day I finally caught him. Now I'd tried everything on it: worms, lures, peanut butter, peanut butter-and-cheese. But on that day I had a revelation: if that fish was the ghost of a thief, the usual bait wasn't going to work. I would have to use something he truly desired. I tied my ring to the strongest line they made -- strong enough to hold up a bridge, they said, if just for a few inutes -- and I cast it upriver. The Beast jumped up and grabbed it before the ring even hit the water. And just as fast, he snapped clean through that line. You can see my predicament. My wedding ring, the symbol of the fidelity to my wife, soon to be the mother of my child, was now lost in the gut of an uncatchable fish. I followed that fish up-river and down-river for three days and three nights, until I finally had him boxed in. With these two hands, I reached in and snatched that fish out of the river. I looked him straight in the eye. And I made a remarkable discovery. This fish, The Beast. The whole time we were calling it a him, when in fact it was a her. It was fat with eggs, and was going to lay them any day. Now, I was in a situation. I could gut that fish and get my ring back, but doing so I would be killing the smartest catfish in the Ashton River, soon to be a mother of a hundred others. Did I want to deprive my soon-to-be-born son the change to catch a fish like this of his own? This lady fish and I, well, we had the same destiny. We were part of the same equation. Now, you may well ask, since this lady fish wasn't the ghost of a thief, why did it strike so quick on gold when nothing else would attract it? That was the lesson I learned that day, the day my son was born. Sometimes, the only way to catch an uncatchable woman is to offer her a wedding ring." |
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