Gone Fishing

I love to fish.  Of course, that's one reason why my nom de plume is St Andrew, the patron saint of fisherman (not to mention the patron saint of gout, sore throats, and Grand Rapids, Michigan, but that is another story).  Like most fisherman, I'm happy to wet a line whenever and whereever the chance arises -- whether catching bluegill and crappie in a simple farm pond as I did the other weekend, or king salmon and halibut in Alaska, as I'm getting ready to do this week at the idyllic Waterfall Resort in Ketchikan.  In days gone by, fellas taking a break from the office would hang the proverbial "gone fishing" sign on their door.  Now I'm going to put "gone fishing" on my work email auto-reply.  Using email auto-reply instead of hanging a sign on a door says a lot about how times have changed.  Using the message "gone fishing" says a lot about how they haven't.   

Andrew

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Sympathetic note to Philomena: on this fishing theme, it sounds like this scoundrel you encountered the other day is the male equivalent of a carp -- a scum-sucking trash-fish best tossed back in the swamp.  Here's wishing a better catch comes along for you soon. 

Comments

[Thomas More]

For anyone remotely interested in fishing in Alaska, I strongely recommend "The Deadliest Catch" on the Discovery Channel. I think it normally airs on Tuesday's 9 p.m. EST and PST.

I was tipped by a workmate, and me and the Mrs. have become addicted ever since. Reality TV at its best--it does have many bad forms, but this show introduces you to a whole different way to earn a buck. They're nuts!!!

Hopefully St. Andrew will be safer than the mighty crab fishermen.

Here's to more catchin' than fishin' Andrew!

TM