Rockaway Outdoors/Tales From The Wheelhouse
It’s Wednesday morning and in between cups of tea, I sink into an abyss of boredom; watching snowflakes I’m flooded with the usual “fish calls” from those suffering the same malady.
First up is Rob bringing me up to date on his life and the critique of the past boat show; having four or five boats the topic doesn’t really interest me but I go along with it and find a way to terminate the conversation. Rob just had a baby or technically his wife did but the kid can’t hold a rod yet so I guess we don’t include her in the conversation. Next up is Ronnie, he begins a diatribe of complaints telling me my column is just about fishing, hmmm, odd and he wants some touchy feely stuff on the days gone by. As if it were yesterday he reminisces about such topics most of which happened twentyfive to thirty years ago, and I become somewhat nostalgic.
Eddie Parker checks in and he’s right on cue you see Ed calls every morning like clockwork right after he shuffles his daughter off to school. The conversations are no less than earth shattering; they drift from fish to used car sales to upcoming concerts that he, Frank, and Ty might attend. This trio has a passion for attending concerts. Which ones? Well not Justin or Miley. Not this band of others. Uh they do Pink Floyd, Grateful Dead real contemporary stuff. Using my dog Bo for an excuse, I say he has to go out and you guessed it, this one is over. Then Craig rings and laments about the Jets. Oh and he’s going to the Super Bowl, which if he were calling with an extra ticket it would be cool, but I kinda feel midway through that isn’t happening.
Ahh, call waiting alerts me Tony aka the Hawk is on the line from Florida. Here I get the daily scoop on weather, fishing and whatever it is people do in Florida. Tony has a comprehensive network of fishermen who do nothing for the most part this time of year, so I’m pretty much up to date on all there is to know about nothing.
Nothing is very important in the fish community. Nothing is somewhat akin to fuhggetabout it. It has some underlying meaning that could be related to such cerebral groups as the Illuminati, Free Masons and so on. Fishermen are experts at doing nothing; it isn’t easy but it is a skill that can be mastered from winters of doing nothing.
Until the next tide …