{"id":3702,"date":"2012-01-28T03:53:00","date_gmt":"2012-01-28T03:53:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/mywalkabout.net\/2012\/01\/28\/stick-fishing"},"modified":"2021-09-10T05:28:40","modified_gmt":"2021-09-10T12:28:40","slug":"stick-fishing","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/mywalkabout.net\/?p=3702","title":{"rendered":"stick fishing"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Some of my earliest, happiest memories involve fishing. Sitting with my Mom and Pop along a lake shore as a child, biking with my best friends to a local pond during the long summer vacations as a kid, and more recently sitting solitary along a slow moving river just reading and enjoying nature.
But I’d never thought I would be stick fishing for piranhas in the Amazon.<\/div>\n
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“Life is funny” <\/i>I thought as I was handed a raw chunk of beef to use as bait. With the line only being about fifteen feet long at the most, tied to a five foot stick, I flung the raw meat as far as possible into the green water, letting my natural fishing instincts kick in.
It wasn’t more than a few seconds when I felt the first hard bite. I soon got a feel for how the fish were hitting the bait, and before long I was flinging piranha’s into our boat, to the amazement of the other fishers and the guide.
I was in heaven.
The others kept asking me for my secret, but I didn’t have one. It would be like asking Michael Jordan how to play basketball, or Stephen King how to write horror.
You just do.<\/p>\n

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As tales of fishing go, this day was one that will be drifting at the top.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\n

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