Working in those cotton fields was hard but sometimes we got to go to the river.
It was where we took our summer baths and where I learned to fish. Back then, fishing wasn’t just recreational, we fished for our food. Times were lean and we depended on those fish to keep from going to bed with a rumbling stomach.
The fishing equipment and knowledge of fishing is completely different today than it was then, but my love of fishing has never changed.
Fishing on the river is one of the places where I feel most at home and I enjoy the beauty of nature, never forgetting that it is God’s creation that makes it so great. From then until now, I’ve been always amazed at what an incredible world the Lord made for us.