New Castle News
NEW CASTLE —
I can't say I'm the type of person who likes to go fishing.
Sticking a hook in those ugly, squirmy worms is not one of the things I look forward to doing in my life.
Besides, I'm not sure what I would do if I ever caught one.
I don't eat fish.
Cleaning them and cutting their heads off is not on my like-to-do list.
For these reasons, I don't fish.
This is not to say that I have never gone fishing.
Back in the 1960s, Larry Blews and I took a few young damsels fishing at Pymatuning.
The only reason I went — the damsels were cute.
Since I didn't have a pole, Larry let me borrow his mother's.
We went to a secluded spot on the lake, and Larry baited the hooks for the ladies and me.
Larry, being the only one who knew what he was doing, showed us how to cast.
Being a very polite person, I let everyone else cast first before I showed them my personal casting moves.
The girls’ lines didn't go very far out, so I wanted to show them how it was done.
I cast my line.
Somewhere in Larry's teaching, he forgot to tell me that you had to hold onto the pole.
It went flying out into Lake Pymatuning.
There was some snickering among the ladies.
Since this was Larry's mother's favorite poll, I had to try and find it — at the bottom of the lake.
There was one small, itty-bitty problem — I wasn't wearing any swimwear. I was only wearing the clothes we were going to go miniature golfing in later.
We kindly asked the ladies to go into the woods and turn their backs, while I went searching for the pole.
I wasn't sure if Pymatuning Lake allowed nude swimming, but I dived in, unclothed.
Lloyd Bridges had nothing over on me. I found the pole on the bottom of the lake.
That was my last fishing experience.
A few months later, after getting to know the girls a little better, I found out the truth.
And all along, I thought they were still laughing at me letting the pole go.