Fishing a different river
June 2nd 2011 00:54
It's one thing to fish a different body of water for the challenge. It's another to fish different water because you have to.
Over the past few months, I've fallen into the latter category. Why? That's a long story. Suffice to say, it's a combination of divorce, job dis-satisfaction and then losing said job due to a merger, and lack of anything better to do than move.
"Where am I?" You may ask. More than once I've joked about growing up in the coal fields of West Virginia and that's there I've returned--a little town called Philippi.
Over the past few months, I've fallen into the latter category. Why? That's a long story. Suffice to say, it's a combination of divorce, job dis-satisfaction and then losing said job due to a merger, and lack of anything better to do than move.
"Where am I?" You may ask. More than once I've joked about growing up in the coal fields of West Virginia and that's there I've returned--a little town called Philippi.
Philippi's big claim to fame is the site of the first land battle of the Civil War. But, before you Google "Philippi" be warned it was little more than a skirmish but called a "battle" because some artillery pieces were involved and it took place in 1861 before things heated up. In fact, as you read this, the town is having it's annual Blue & Gray Reunion commemorating the event.
After being gone over 25 years, the first thing I noticed was the river which was dredged somewhere along the way. When I left, there was no fishing in the river. Now it's the home to an abundance of bass, catfish, and even musky. Nearby is a lake that's well stocked with trout. The thing is, I'm used to driving up to Lake Erie so, what the locals call a "lake," I call a "pond."
This is the town's other claim to fame--the only covered bridge that's still part of a major highway system.
Remember to take the hooks outta yer pocket before ya sit down!
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