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Going Fishing – Friday Fictioneers

Good Wednesday morning, my peeps! ‘Tis another beautiful day in my neighbourhood. Last night’s rain has cooled things off somewhat, though apparently we have another chance for more thunder showers this afternoon. I’ll take it. My grass no longer has a tint of green to it. Or barely.

This week, Rochelle chose a photo from Ted Strutz… A thank you to both of you for your part in these shenanigans this week.Β  This has brought me down memory lane again as, frankly, this water plane made me think of Mick and his love for fishing.

G’head. Click me!

Going Fishing

“Rog, it’s gonna be so cool. Your office boyfriend Mario invited me to join him and his buddies on a fishing trip. You’re cool with that?”

“You keep stealing my boyfriends!” I laughed.

“Yeah, yeah. Get this. We first have to drive for miles to the middle of nowhere, then take a water plane further north. Coolest fishing trip ever.”

β€œHow can I say no?”

His enthusiasm was contagious.

Back at work, Mario told me Mick hit it off so well with his buddies that if they did it again, and were missing a spot, they’d take Mick over him!

 

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While looking for the photos of this said trip, I landed on the video Mick’s friend Paul made to honour his best friend. They went on many a fishing trip together; both of them avid fishermen…

 

138 thoughts on “Going Fishing – Friday Fictioneers

  1. What a sweet video remembrance. One thing I learned years ago is never to get between a fisherman and his beloved pastime. Cheers, my friend. Hope your Hump Day is glorious wonderful. Any extra showers, feel free to send back my way. πŸ˜‡

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  2. That’s a really lovely share. And fishing. On a lake. In a boat. Cool. Plenty to drink. Yep, it would suit me too. Though I do have memories of mosy bites, and those nasty spines on the perch. Relaxing days with my brother long long ago

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  3. Q,

    Bittersweet memory, but still one to hold onto forever. I love that you carry Mick with you into whatever comes next. Because it shouldn’t be about letting go in order to make the next person feel better, it SHOULD be about sharing. And besides, that person will have memories of their own to share. As it should be.

    As for the hydroplane, those things look way cooler than they fly, LOL.

    Beautiful trip.

    B

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    • B,

      Indeed. And definitely one I do hold on to. He gave me so many memories that I feel truly blessed. And yes, there is no letting go. Everyone is made up of memories and experiences which make us who we are. Sharing of those memories should not feel like a barrier, either. So, always, thank you for being you.

      Yeah, I dunno that I would be all that eager to go up in one. I won’t say no, but I won’t go searching for the opportunity!

      Glad you enjoyed my little voyage,

      Q

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      • The past is the present and the present is the past. We’ve talked about this before. People are always jabbering about “moving on”, when you hit it right on the bulls eye. It’s not about moving on, it’s about moving forward. That’s how it works.

        It’s bumpy. It hits more pockets than a thief in Times Square on New Years Eve.

        Muy muy lovely!

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        • Exactomundo. I know you get it. And it applies for all sorts of things we experience. You’ve had your share of shit which you had to work through and move forward from. We all do. Those who say to move on, haven’t figured that out yet.

          You, of course, have been…

          Muy muy contento!

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          • It’s been years since I really felt the need to revisit that which happened all the way back there. Now I’m steadying course and unshackling the rest of it. Memories, expectations, conventions. It all comes off now.

            It’s funny, how easy it becomes. Or can become.

            Peace and contento

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          • I feel ya. You don’t feel the need to go way back because it’s been dealt with. what you are doing now is dealing with the stuff that you weren’t ready to before now. And for that I say, brava.

            I agree.

            Peace and unshackling.

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          • We all achieve this place at some point. The really much more significant stuff I dealt with a long time ago. Granted, you still carry it with you, so it’s just a matter of how you carry it. As a burden or as a lesson.

            This current stuff is educational more than anything. It speaks to me in ways I didn’t imagine it might.

            Shackle is a good word. It has so many brothers and sisters, such as unshackling . . .

            And yes, peace and the unschackled self

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          • Exactly. If we don’t carry it as a lesson, we’ve lived through whatever for nothing.

            Then, that is an added bonus. If it has brought you clarity, taught you something, then it is good.

            It is a good word…. Funny guy…

            Peace and freedom

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          • I think we all have different lessons we carry with us. They become lessons when the individual decides to do something about the shit of their past so it doesn’t prevail upon their future. Mick was testament to that. He could have died at an early age. He could have taken his habit forward and tortured others with it. But no, he changed everything. He made it not a burden but a lesson that would prevail upon his life. One of the many reasons he was so loved then and still now.

            Clarity is everything.

            Shackleton traipsed to the coldest parts of the globe, so it was quite appropriate that his name be that cool sounding.

            Peace and better temps too

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          • You have hit the nail on the head with that one. He could have died at 23. But no. He saw that what he was doing was fucking up his and everyone in his circle’s lives. He had to do something. And yes, as a result, was so well-loved by all his friends and family.

            It is.

            See? You are so smart and full of knowledge that pops outta nowheres. I am constantly being left slack-jawed. And wondering if I know anything at all.

            They are. For now…

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          • Whereas some peeps will always suffer from the woe is me syndrome, whilst taking everyone down with them, Mick wasn’t having any of that.

            Slack jawed huh? Welp, I read up on this Shackleton fella years back and was so impressed by his exploits that I named a Martini after him. I know . . he was probably sooooo touched by my gesture, LOL.

            Anyways, the Shackleton is simple.

            Gin
            Vermouth
            Olives
            A couple squeezes of lime
            A chilled glass

            Mick would be like, have fun with that as he sipped at his Coke, LOL

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          • Oh hell naw! Neither one of us could abide the “woe is me” shit. Me, even less than him, (I guess he was more empathetic.)

            Didja now? Well I thank you most kindly for the recipe. Are we partial to any particular gin?

            Yes, he did like his Coke. And later, his beer, but Mick was a gin man… just so you know πŸ˜‰ Definitely NOT a martini guy but a Tanqueray and Tonic guy!

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          • I was gonna say, dude had compassion no doubt. But he also understood the difference between empathy and apathy.

            I wasn’t dabbling in anything too exotic when I was doing gin. Beefeater, Bombay or Tanqueray. Not gonna lie, the old school Martini was a pretty nice side street, seeing as how vodka martinis were my favorite.

            Tanqueray and tonic was my summer go to many moons ago, LOL

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          • Yes. Absolutely. Yet he would never have criticized. He would have kept quiet.

            Hey, nothing wrong with any of them. Now, there is a myriad of choices. Just at the club we have 7 gins! That said, I’m pretty done with vodka thanks to the annual shooter-fest… so Imma stick to my gin martini πŸ˜‰

            It still is for me. Hendricks and Tonic/Soda or Bombay…

            See? Ya’all woulda been good buds with Mick

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          • Non judgmental. I’m not the least bit surprised.

            Gin is a nice change of pace. I’m talking myself into it as we correspond, LOL. It’s a nice summer drink.

            I might have to break out a Shackleton some time soon.

            Everybody was good buds with Mick, let’s face it.

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          • πŸ™‚

            It is. And it sounds divine, sitting next the pool or with feet dangling. I was supposed to work at 11 but it was over-staffed so I was asked to go in at 4… sigh. I should wait.

            You just might!

            My mother said Mick never knew a stranger. She was so right.

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  4. Very touching, and well done video. I’m sure you will treasure forever. Also one of my favorite songs. Mick looks like he was a fun guy. I’m sure we would have been besties. I also have gotten up many times at Stupid O’clock to go fishing…..AND deer hunting. Love it. Treasure your memories.

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    • Thank you, Jan. A great song to accompany a lovely tribute, for sure. My mother always says that Mick never knew a stranger! So, yep… besties for sure.
      I do treasure them.

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  5. A lovely memoir and video, Dale. He looks like a great guy. I understand perfectly. My dad was a fisherman. He used to go fishing in Canada, then in the lake where we lived. He especially loved ice fishing. He’d fillet the fish and I’ve often watched him when I was younger. We had many a meal from those fish. He’d freeze the meat in ice cube trays. πŸ™‚ — Suzanne

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  6. A lovely memoir and video, Dale. He looks like a great guy. I understand perfectly. My dad was a fisherman. He used to go fishing in Canada, then in the lake where we lived. He especially loved ice fishing. He’d fillet the fish and I’ve often watched him when I was younger. We had many a meal from those fish. He’d freeze the meat in ice cube trays. πŸ™‚ — Suzanne

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  7. Awww, Dale, what a sweet video and what a lovely little story of passion and friendship and hobby and fun. Tells a lot about the person he was that his new friends wanted him over their old friend … Somehow I’m not surprised, knowing he was your love.
    Hugs
    Na’ama

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  8. A lovely tribute story and video, Dale. Love the comment, how he got up at “stupid o’clock.” You have a way with words! πŸ™‚ I understand the sentiment as well because my dad used to get up at that hour to fish. Take care!

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  9. You catch that mysterious camaraderie that small groups of men seem to find together; jokily competitive while still working together as much as needed to accomplish what they want. Nice writing, Dale.

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  10. What! Loyalty of fisherpersons over workbuddies. Fickle, fickle. You caught what we call, in Australia, the mateship culture very well. Sad when we lose good friends, but what happy memories they have captured.

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  11. A beautiful tribute. As a kid, I loved fishing with my sisters and my auntie. And my sisters and my dad. There’s something peaceful in it. We fished on rivers and lakes and long minutes would pass without a catch so we had plenty of time to listen to water ripple over rocks or watch ducks bob by.

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