SOUTHERN STYLE!
with Marty Clayton Banfield

 Gone Fishin'
~by Marty Clayton Banfield
copyright 2007
 
I remember the times I used to go fishing with my Daddy.   Those memories are very precious to me now, although I couldn't appreciate them at the time.  My Daddy loved to fish in his spare time off from  work.  I remember the  time  that he took me fishing with him on the Ashepoo River, down near Charleston.

 My Daddy could cast really good with a rod and reel and so he would  cast out in the middle of the river.  I didn't like to cast, so I had a good old trusty cane pole and was  "jiggling" for fish nearer the banks.  Now I know you are wondering just what  "jiggling" for fish means, right?  Maybe it was a fluke, but I would put the cane pole into the water, with a worm on it, but I would begin to jiggle and jerk the line around.  I caught more fish than my Daddy that day and each tme I went with him, I caught more than him with that technique!  He said he had never seen anyone "Jiggle" for fish before, and we had a good laugh at that. I kind of got the impression that he thought it might be ok for a girl to "jiggle" for fish, but not for a man!  I think he might have thought it was "girlie" fishing.
 
Anyway, I have many good memories of my Daddy baiting my hook with worms also , since I couldn't seem to stand to do that myself!  Also, going in the boat on the river was an all day affair for us, so we would stop and eat a picnic lunch, which my mama had prepared for us.  My Daddy always ate bologna and cheese, and peanut butter & jelly  sandwiches as his lunch when fishing.

We had the sandwiches in a cooler, and we would pull them out around dinnertime. They were always wrapped in old time  "Waxed paper" and my mama always sliced real thick chunks of real cheese for those sandwiches.  We would sit in the boat and eat,  just enjoying the river and being out in nature, and then get right back to fishing.  Let me tell you, my Daddy was a SERIOUS fisherman and always came home with huge coolers full of fish. I will never forget those times of fishing on the river with my Daddy.

My daddy left a family legacy of fishing to my brother Jerry & Ben, who can catch fish when no one else can catch them. My brother Ben has even taken storebought fishing lures, and altered and recarved and repainted them to catch fish like I have never seen!  This is his guarded secret, and how he catches so many fish!  So, when my brothers are not home, I know they are just "GONE FISHIN"....I always ask them to catch some redbreast for me, so that I can have my "poor man's caviar~fish eggs~"
 
Now, I believe it was not an accident  when Jesus chose  common fishermen to be his among his own disciples.  According to John 21:2, there were seven of his diciples who were fishermen.  By this, I know that fishermen are close to God's heart, for only fishermen would  know just what it meant to bait a hook, and even to get a fish on the line, and then  let the fish run with the bait for awhile before "setting" the hook.

Jesus knew that those who were fishermen  would  be able to put this same knowledge to work in "fishing for men." Jesus alone  knows which lure to use, as all fish are not caught on the same lure!  Some fish are tough to catch, but it is just our job to show up for the fishing trip!  Only Jesus can make us "fishers of men." 

I am sure glad that the Lord sent someone to "fish" for my own soul, and I am one fish that was sure glad to be caught!  Once you have signed up for the "Great Commission"  in Mark 16:15: "And he said unto them, Go ye into all the world, and preach the gospel to every creature", then you have signed up to "GO FISHING!" 

Now, I am going to sit down to a plate of good old southern fried fish, hushpuppies, and slaw,  and I will  thank the Lord for this meal, as well as His "fishermen" who provided it.  So many fish, so little time!   Jesus is coming soon!  Let's get to fishing! Ya'll come back now, ya hear? God Bless You All!
 
Matthew 4:19
And he saith unto them, Follow me, and I will make you fishers of men.
Mathew. 4:20
And they straightway left their nets, and followed him.

Marty Clayton Banfield
email:
lastdays@bellsouth.net
 
 

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