like Summer time!
fishing in the Irish sea
wonderful Pisces
good book
with hook
mistook
I cook
hard chew
caught shoe.
Fishing
There is no peace to equal that,
of fishing by a Lake,
or a stream, or river broad,
or pond within a wood,
If worries you would cast away,
Take a fishing break,
Nature, is the balm that Soothes,
The restless soul for good.
I remember, one idyllic,
sunny day in spring,
Rising early, well before,
dawns tentative groping light.
Arriving at the lake to hear,
a far off robin, sing,
A ripple from a rising fish,
all added to the sight.
To angle for your supper,
Is reward enough, it's true,
But that day, was a record day,
eleven trout all told.
It fed the family well,
perhaps a week or two,
But memories of that treasured day,
is what inside, we hold.
However if excitement
is what your craving for,
Fishing in a little boat,
upon a rolling sea.
Buffeted by waves and wind,
not too far from the shore,
Satisfies the need inside
and makes our souls run free.
Fighting fish and nature,
whatever form, you choose,
Fresh water or the salty brine,
The outcome is the same,
Catching cod and mackerel,
you later have for tea,
Is wonderful, I promise you,
And part of life's rich game.
Mathew 4:19
Follow me and I will make you fishers of men
Following
Our
Lord
Leading
Our
Walk
Miraculously
Everywhere
Astonishingly
New
Desired
Inspirations
With
Internal
Love
Looking for
Men
And
Kindred
Exciting
You
Over
Unity
Fishing
Inward
Speaking
Honestly
Each
Reveling
Scripture
Of
Finding
Mankinds
Eternal
Newness
There is no peace to equal that, of fishing by a Lake,
Or a stream, or river broad, or pond within a wood,
If worries you would cast away, take a fishing break,
Nature, is the balm that Soothes, the restless soul for good.
I remember, one idyllic, sunny day in spring,
Rising early, well before, dawns tentative groping light,
Arriving at the lake to hear, a far off robin, sing,
A ripple from a rising fish, all added to the sight,
To angle for your supper, is reward enough, it's true,
But that day, was a record day, eleven trout all told,
It fed the family well, perhaps a week or two,
But memories of that treasured day, is what inside, we hold.
However if excitement is what your craving for,
Fishing in a little boat, upon a rolling sea,
Buffeted by waves and wind, not too far from the shore,
Satisfies the need inside and makes our souls run free.
Fighting fish and nature, whatever form, you choose,
Fresh water or the salty brine, the outcome is the same,
Catching cod or mackerel, you later have for tea,
Is wonderful, I promise you, and part of life's rich game.
LET’S GO FISHING
We set out early when the air was cool to go fishing.
Deep within the forest at a river tributary lies
a remote stretch of water. A few hours later
our catch is impressive. I turn my back to eat my lunch
and I hear a scream. An alligator has snatched
my friend with its terrible death grip—
there’s nothing I can do but stare in horror
at the scene before me. Will I be next?
I wish I had my hunting rifle…
Grab your rhodes, your lines, your reels.
Grab your hooks, your swivels, your sinkers.
Grab your power bait, your worms, your stinkers.
Grab your tackle box, your cooler, your beer.
Pick a spot, cast your line, enjoy your friends, and have a good time.
.
Then
He
Being
Sad, down, said
"I go fishing"
They said,"We also go with thee".
Fished all night and caught nothing_Jesus said cast your net
On the right side and they caught so many fish that they could not draw them into the
boat
(Based on John 21:1-6..From the "Bible".)
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