Fished the Grand river in Lansing today between the north and south dams. Not one single hit but at least I gain some knowledge of a section of the river that I may be able to put to future use. Current was much too slow to effectively work the lures until we got almost to the south dam.
Didn't see another fisherman until we were taking the boat out. A guy came up asking to borrow a worm. Borrow means to get something to use with the intention of returning it when finished. Why not just ask if you can have a worm. A much more honest request as we all know that if I had any worms to give him he would have never returned it.
He had difficulty believing that we had neither worms or minnows and even more difficulty understanding that we were fishing with lures. He claim to have never used lures and didn't have any. I almost suggested that he use one of the ones hanging from his face. He looked as if he might have fallen face first into a tackle box. With the big discs in his earlobes, metal hanging from eyebrows, nose, lips, and checks, plus the dragon tattoo encircling his neck and extending up on to his face, I sure his momma is thrilled to show his latest photo to all her friends and neighbors.
I've seen similar bedazzled individuals, needing a shave, wearing baggy pants that are so low they can reach the bottom of their pockets with their hands, standing slump
shouldered and talking to their friends about their inability to obtain a job. Are they truly surprised?
As we drove away, leaving the bizarre fisherman standing at the river, I looked over at my well groomed, hard working son and thought "Thank you Jesus".