He riseth early in the morning
He waketh the whole household
Many are his preparations
Bountiful his expectations
He returneth late at night,
Smelling of strong drink,
and the truth is not in him.”
The above poem is on a plaque hanging on the wall at the camp.
It’s been there as far back as I can remember, and it was probably there before I was born, or in another camp somewhere.
It hangs on the wall close to my bunk, and as a young fella, I read it every morning when I woke up before heading out on the lake fishing.
That little poem started my days fishing for the last 35 or more years, and still does, it’s become a ritual with me, even though I can safely say, I never, ever consume ‘strong drink’ when fishing……I apologize to the author for not providing credit, but I have no idea who that might be. If you do, please let me know.
Of course the Angler’s Prayer is also hanging on the wall at the camp, as it probably is in every fishing camp, or should be, and countless fishermen and fishergirls probably say it everyday before heading out fishing, and like me, many of them probably say it again just before bed.
I’m assuming everyone knows and is familiar with the Angler’s Prayer, so let’s say it together now, for those of you who don’t know it, here is how it goes:
“Lord give me the grace to catch a fish,
So big that even I,
Afterwards when talking of it,
May never need to lie.”
There you go, a couple of things to keep in mind and perhaps even say quietly as you step up to your favorite pool and let loose your lure or fly into the water……………..