COMMENTARY — If you didn’t get out and enjoy the weather last weekend, you missed quite a nice break in the cold.
Since we live in Alabama, we may be wearing scarves and toboggans one day and a swimsuit and sunscreen the next. So if there is ever a break in the clouds, you’d better jump on the opportunity to enjoy the outdoors.
My family has been blessed with a little house on the Warrior River, and I plan to spend most of my summer weekends basking in the sun at the end of a fishing pier in those waters. This weekend was the perfect time to go out and get the house ready for spring. So we loaded up some of the kids, tossed in some grandparents to share the fun with, and took it out to the river for a little down time on Saturday.
Nothing makes a getaway better than sharing it with friends and family. There was no part of my body that wanted to get into those frozen waters, but we did get a little fishing time in.
There’s nothing that makes you feel more like a mountain woman than casting a baited hook into muddy waters in search of the biggest lunker in the lake.
In the same regards, there is nothing that makes you feel more like a sissy than standing on the edge of a pier and casting an 18 inch Barbie fishing pole with live bait into those same waters. Of course, with my fishing expertise, I did manage to hook myself in the arm twice and tangle the line around the reel so badly that I wanted to break the whole rod over my leg — but I refrained because of the presence of innocent children. I can’t imagine what would have happened if I had been on that pier by myself, wrestling with that pink rod and reel. I’m pretty sure God would have struck me down for the thoughts I had toward that reel.