Thursday, January 15, 2015

Throwback Thursday: Our Family's Greatest Fisherman


On the "throwback" posts, I almost always am thinking of the kiddos. They're an endless supply of amusement.

Magoo was the sweetest boy ever; he had a disposition that made you want to hug him constantly. Sometimes, however, he found himself in the shadow of the larger-than-life Juggernaut, his older brother. Juggernaut had pretty well done most things of interest to little boys at least once before Magoo and I don't think Magoo understood that two years of living gave an older boy an edge on his sibling.

A comfortable Sunday afternoon was much too inviting to spend in the house, so Hubzam and I packed up Juggernaut, 8, and Magoo, 6, and went to a local lake to fish. Magoo had his Mickey Mouse fishing pole; he really was more interested in the ride than fishing. Juggernaut was all about using a real pole and confident he would catch the biggest fish. 

Arriving at the lake, the excitement grew as equipment came out of the car and lines were cast in the lake. An hour later, having snagged every stick and clump of mysterious aquatic weed, I was really ready to go. We hadn't even had a nibble on any line; there wasn't even a turtle to frown at us. There was no sign of any lake critter at all, but that Mickey Mouse bobber with the distinctive Mouseketeer ears repeatedly wobbled on the water's surface to tell me, "Yep...the line is caught on something again." 

Hubzam started to look a little green around the gills, but I don't think that counts as significant fish action. With that oh-no-I-may-be-sick look on his face, he told me he was going to jump in the car and go to a nearby rest area. The boys were not even close to being ready to leave, so I stayed behind and watched the lines go in and out...snag...in and out...snag....

While Juggernaut fumbled with bait, Magoo stood pensive and stunned as he announced, "I fink my pishing line is stuck, Mama." (Magoo always had trouble with pronunciation of some letters. It was one more reason to hug the cuteness out of him.) 

"Okay, let me help you, " I said. "Pull your line very slowly so I can see where it is stuck."

Straining to see through the murky, stirred waters, I tried to figure out the problem. The line was pulled tight and taut; nothing was letting go any time soon.

About six feet from the shoreline, a dorsal fin appeared. Magoo and I froze; there was something huge on his fishing line; absolutely HUGE. Juggernaut whipped his head around; his mouth hung open. He didn't know what to think; frankly, neither did I. Slowly, we pulled the line and the fin moved closer and closer to us on shore. Soon "it" was flopping on shore and we were so amazed we couldn't speak. That fish had to be three feet long and and it was heavy - where's that scale when you need one? 

Magoo danced around excitedly and asked, "Can we put it on a board?" 

Further investigation of the board comment revealed he had hopes of mounting his prize catch. But the "catch" had a catch; it was a huge Asian carp. You don't see a lot of carp mounted on the den wall. Dead critters on the wall. Ew.

With careful prodding, I convinced Magoo to release it and we watched it swim away. 

No matter how many years go by, he will always be the kid who caught a fish that was almost his height on a Micky Mouse pole. No use trying to top that achievement. 

Besides, I don't know where his Mickey Mouse pole is anymore; that monster fish might have eaten it.

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    1. ;-) It was a yiddle kid's dream come true.

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  2. Good morning, dear Cherdo!

    Shady Del Knight here. Sexy Shecky Shady Shaft aka 4-S aka SSSS (the sound most women make when I approach them) would have made something out of "Mickey Mouse pole"...but I refuse to take the bait.

    You wrote:

    << With careful prodding, I convinced Magoo to release it and we watched it swim away. >>

    Good for you! Janie Junebug would have stabbed the fish with scissors or stomped it with her pink slipper!

    I enjoyed this morning's post even though it was obviously a fish story.

    Happy Thursday to you, dear friend Cherdo!

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    1. Next time, I'll tell you the Juggernaut fish story and the resulting Great Fish Fry of 2001, subtitled "how many speckled trout can you bring back from New Orleans?"

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  3. Cherdo, I had to laugh at Shady's comment about Janie Junebug...so funny. What a neat story about the smaller guy getting the big fish of the day. Thanks!

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    1. ...and he thought a carp was just grand.

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  4. CHERDO ~
    I only went pishing twice in my life. Once as a child and once as an adult.

    As a child, all I caught was a cold.

    As an adult, all I caught was a buzz.

    Done pishing, because I can catch a buzz without getting wet and without having to be outdoors with bugs, bugs, and mo' bugs.

    ~ D-FensDogg
    'Loyal American Underground'

    POSTSCRIPT:
    Isn't SSSS two Nazis walking side-by-side toward das Sudhaus?

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    1. Not if it's Shady!

      Pishing can be done is dry weather. Give it a try. I'll send you a Disney pole...like Cinderella, perhaps.

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  5. Our oldest son is the Juggernaut also. His dad gave them all walkie talkie handles. They had long range walkie talkies to use for outside play. Ah, the days before cell phones.

    Our Juggernaut once caught a fish on a baitless pole. I hate touching icky things and he wanted to go fishing, so as a good mom, I took him- then lied and told him he had a worm on his hook (though he didn't) and he still caught a freaking fish. I had to take it to my grandma to get the slimy thing loose.

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    1. We had a pond and I remember one of the kids (or a kid who visited) catching a bluegill without bait. What a surprise that is, eh?

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  6. That must still be a proud moment and good for him with the Mickey mouse pole. I have as much desire to fish as I do to watch paint dry:)

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    1. I have limited fishing-love. I have to be actually catching fish, and the bugs have to be somewhere else, and I don't want sunburn. I'm a real sportsman.

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  7. I pished once as a child. We were visiting my aunt's cabin at a lake in Minnesota. My older sister had already gotten to pish, but she got to go again. That $^&*@! caught a pish. I just sat there in the boat. We put the pish on ice in a cooler, took it back to Kansas with us, and ate it. I hated every bite of pish. Congratulations to Magoo. I'm glad he agreed to let the big pish go.

    Love,
    Janie

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    1. My mommy used to get upset with me on long trips in the car. I needed to stop and pish every five minutes.

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    2. And now Mrs. Shady has to put up with those stops every five minutes. She told me that she is considering diapers.

      Janie, pish once more. You'll be great at it. Go for a whale or swordfish. I doubt they'll fight when they see it's you. I know I wouldn't. I'd just jump in the boat.

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    3. You'd jump in the boat to stab me with scissors.

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  8. I hope you took photos of that giant fish! I've never pished with a giant fish, but when I was pregnant I started throwing up in the water on a snorkeling trip. Shortly after I got back on the boat, some baby sharks started circling. If I had stayed in the water just a few minutes longer, I probably would've had a heart attack on the spot. I'm sure the baby sharks would've just laughed at me. Magoo was a braver man than I.

    Julie

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    1. Once, I made the dumb decision to wade about in Onslow Bay at dusk. "Fish" kept hitting my legs and I was totally creeped out by it. After wading ashore, I saw a ridiculous number of sand sharks beaching themselves; that was what kept running into my legs. Shiver!

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  9. Great story! I have found that families are usually the richest source for funny stories.
    But, as I read your post, I kept thinking of the term "pole fishing." Then, the more I thought about "pole fishing", the more I thought about dropping a rod in a Warsaw swimming pool.
    Ooh, "dropping a rod." That gives me another thought altogether.
    Huh, maybe it's ME that gives MY family a rich source of funny stories.
    Hmm.

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    1. Your theory has merit. Now go to the corner, bad boy (ha ha ha).

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  10. Way to go, Magoo! Cute fish story. : )

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    1. ;-) It was even funnier in real life. His head almost exploded with excitement.

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Thanks for your personal yada, yada, yada,
Love, Cherdo