I WAS OFF THURSDAY MORNING AND EVEN THOUGH ITS FREEZING OUTSIDE SAID HA!, MOST OF THE GUYS WILL BE HUNTING , THESE WATERS .ARE ALL MINE , JUST ME AND MY POND PROWLER NO INTIMADAT ION BY THE RANGER BOATS , NOT TODAY . WELL, AFTER ABOUT AN HOUR OF FISHING UNDER MY BELT AND GNARLY A HIT I BEGAN TO THINK TO MYSELF PERHAPS THE OTHERS ARENT HUNTING, POSSIBLY THESE SEASONED PROS KNOW OF SOME MOON PHASE OR BAROMETRIC TRICK OR SOME OTHER SECRET TIP THAT ME, THE BEGINNER FISHERMAN FIND WAY TO CONFUSING TO ABSORB , ALL I KNOW IS TIMES LIKE THIS DRIVE ME NUTS ,TO MUCH TIME TO REFLECT UPON ONES LIFE, INSTEAD OF BEING FOCUSED ON THE FISHING AT HAND. MY MIND TRAILS OFF TO SOME DEEP SPOT INWARDLY UNWARE OF THE BEAUTY SURROUNDING ME I BECOME IMPATIENT , IRRATABLE , AGAITED OR AS MY WIFE CALLS IT A TROUBLED MAN SHE SAYS I SHOULD FOCUS ON THE PRESENT AND DONT BE SO SELF CENTERED ITS NOT ALL ABOUT YOU , HUH! WHAT THE HECK DOES THAT MEAN. TO ME THESE TYPE STATEMENTS I FIND MORE CONFUSING THAN THE FISHING ONES BEFORE IT . SINCE THE FISHING WAS SLOW AND I WAS GETTING HOT I DECIDED TO TRY THIS SMALL SHADY CHANNEL THAT CONNECTS THE TWO LAKES IVE BEEN FISHING ON .WHILE PUTTIN THRU THE CHANNEL, I CAME UPON AN OLD MAN ABOUT 80 IN A JON BOAT WITH OARS FISHING 5 FEET FROM SHORE WITH A BOBBER FISHING FOR BLUE GILLS I THOUGHT TO MYSELF. HE LOOKS RELAXED, COMFORTABLE, ENJOYING THE BEAUTIFUL DAY ,THATS WHAT ITS ALL ABOUT. MAYBE MY WIFE IS RIGHT, ITS NOT ALL ABOUT ME. MINUTES EARLIER, BEFORE COMING UPON THIS OLD TIMER , IN THE PROCESS OF CASTING A CRANKBAIT, I HAD UNLEASHED A MASSIVE LINE TWIST SENDING ME INTO FIST CLENCHING PROFANITY HURLING CHILD LIKE TANTRUM ,ALMOST EMBARRASED BY IT NOW, THANKFUL THAT THIS OLD MAN DIDNT HAVE TO WITNESS A GROWN MAN OF 46 THROWING A HISSY FIT OUT ON HIS BOAT. I REMEMBER AS A KID GROWING UP I WOULD STEER CLEAR OF THE GARAGE WHENEVER MY DAD WAS WORKING ON SOMETHING IT WAS JUST A MATTER OF TIME BEFORE SOMETHING WENT WRONG AND ALL HELL BROKE LOOSE . I REMEMBER ONE TIME WHEN I ASKED MY GRANDMOTHER WHAT KIND OF MAN WAS GRANPA SHE ,A WOMAN OF FEW WORDS REPLIED, HE WAS A TOOL THROWER, LIKE YOUR FATHER IS. THATS ALL I NEEDED TO KNOW I GUESS MAYBE ITS TRUE THE ACORN DOESNT FALL TO FAR FROM THE TREE. AS I CASTED OUT MY SENKO WORM AND WAS ALLOWING IT SOME TIME ON THE BOTTOM OF THE LAKE I GAZED UPON THE OLD TIMER THINKING MAYBE MY WIFE IS RIGHT ISHOULD BE MORE PATIENT NOT SO SELF CENTERED STOP THE ME ME ME , NO MORE EMBARRISING OUTBURSTS, AS I SET MY SPINNING ROD DOWN I GAZED UPON THE OLD TIMER AND THOUGHT MAYE HE IS HERE FOR A REASON TO TEACH ME LESSONS ABOUT LIFE, LOOK AT HIM CALM RELAXED ENJOYING THE TREES , HOW MUCH TIME COULD HE HAVE LEFT, THINGS DONT SEEM TO BE BOTHERING HIM , LOOK AT ME ME REFLECTING ON MY LIFE AS A MEDIOCRE BUSINESS MAN AND MEDICORE HUSBAND. JUST THEN , MY EYES BEGAN TO WELL UP, I THOUGHT TO MYSELF, MY GOD IVE SEEN THE LIGHT IM A CHANGED MAN THIS OLD MAN, WITH OUT SPEAKING A WORD HAS IMPACTED MY LIFE ALREADY, I SHOULD REEL IN MY SENKO AND GO SPEAK TO MY NEW OLD FRIEND , TEACH ME , TEACH ME ,I KEPT THINKING TO MYSELF. JUST AS I STARTED UP THE TROLLING MOTOR TO APPROACH HIM, I SAW HIM BEND DOWN TO PICK UP HIS ROD, I HEARD HIM SAY *OD *AMMIT ANOTHER *OD *AMN SNAG THROWING HIS POLE INTO THE BOTTOM OF HIS BOAT .WOOH , I SAID TO MYSELF KEEP YOUR DISTANCE ,ANOTER TOOL THROWER . ACEMAN 387 .