Imagine that! Well a nice man named John Hoffman did several years ago. He decided that his love of fishing could be beneficial to children, children that might otherwise have nothing to do, could use their time to get into trouble, or be out on the streets.
I first met John several years ago, through my daughter. He often took her out onto the ocean to fish. See earlier post about how fishing is genetic.
He has maintained this dream, this effort for many years, and is seeking our help.
John's Fishing Academy will be having an Auction to raise money to continue. Could you contribute something wonderful to entice bidders, or attend and seek out that something unusual for a good cause?!
http://www.thefishingacademy.com/
On this site, you can view photos of children fishing, from various events.
Showing posts with label Fishing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Fishing. Show all posts
Saturday, March 6, 2010
Thursday, December 10, 2009
I had not been fishing for 23 years.
In 1972, I had the great benefit of being initiated into an Eastern Meditation Path. Along
with the initiation, I took several vows (vows of poverty, my friends joke). Among those vows were the vow of being a vegetarian, and the vow of Ahimsa ( no thought word or deed of harm to others).
So, I had not been eating fish. When I became Disabled, and it became difficult for me to prepare all my vegetarian meals, I began to eat fish again.
My friend Tom took me out onto a Fishing boat charter on Lake Ontario, along with Pat and Eric. At first, I was not going to fish, just use my license to let them each catch extra, but they talked me into it!
It was early, just after sunbreak when the boat left the dock. The boat had a fish finder, and a very interesting Captain. Eric was practically a professional Fisherman!
I sat on the floor of the back of the boat and did some Yoga, and hummed a few Bhajans as we headed out to the deeper colder waters.
I had already caught the largest Salmon of the day, though I needed assistance bringing the fish in, and it was my turn again! I hooked a fighter! the Captain and Tom took turns helping me to bring the Salmon in!
I had Chronic Fatique Syndrome and Fibromyalgia among other things, so I did not have the strength and stamina to do this!
We were about to net the fish, and it managed to take off again! Another struggle, and we had it. 20 pounds!
I caught the two largest fish that day, and we shared all of it! I found out later that Pat had accused me of 'calling the fish to me' with my Yoga and Bhajans. I like to think that it is my Native American inheritance, and my DA, Paul.
So, I had not been eating fish. When I became Disabled, and it became difficult for me to prepare all my vegetarian meals, I began to eat fish again.
My friend Tom took me out onto a Fishing boat charter on Lake Ontario, along with Pat and Eric. At first, I was not going to fish, just use my license to let them each catch extra, but they talked me into it!
It was early, just after sunbreak when the boat left the dock. The boat had a fish finder, and a very interesting Captain. Eric was practically a professional Fisherman!
I sat on the floor of the back of the boat and did some Yoga, and hummed a few Bhajans as we headed out to the deeper colder waters.
I had already caught the largest Salmon of the day, though I needed assistance bringing the fish in, and it was my turn again! I hooked a fighter! the Captain and Tom took turns helping me to bring the Salmon in!
I had Chronic Fatique Syndrome and Fibromyalgia among other things, so I did not have the strength and stamina to do this!
We were about to net the fish, and it managed to take off again! Another struggle, and we had it. 20 pounds!
I caught the two largest fish that day, and we shared all of it! I found out later that Pat had accused me of 'calling the fish to me' with my Yoga and Bhajans. I like to think that it is my Native American inheritance, and my DA, Paul.
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
Paul was a Fisherman
Paul was a Fisherman. No! Not that Paul! My DA, Paul Nash.
Paul had a broken back, one kidney, and 6 to feed. He did what he could.
He fished, we fished. We all contributed to the family food supply.
Paul took a long length of thick rubber band. At several spots he had attached groups of hooks.
A rock at the far end, and bait onto each hook. He would throw the rock far out into Lake Monomonac. After a while, he would haul in the band, and we kids would scramble to unhook all the fish. I always found this to be amazing!
We kids would be there with our sticks and line and hooks and bait. Bait gleaned off the yard at home early that morning, usually! Perch, Pickerel, Trout, hornpout, sunfish! Young Harry, I think, took to the fishing best.
Later in my childhood, we had a rowboat, and a lot at the Square Piece below the red dam.
Usually two of us would take the boat out to fish.
That same lot became a gathering place in winter for the ice fisherman. We would have a bonfire, and all would gather there. We Nash kids would be out skating on Square Piece, keeping watch on the flags from the holes cut into the ice by all these ice fishermen. We would either yell, or skate fast back to the group to alert the right person! Often, we had our own holes to tend.
When we would arrive back home, our wet socks and mittens were draped over all the shelves on the wood stove that we cooked with and heated the apartment with. The old black thing with the removable burner covers, the deep soup belly, and the wonderful bread oven. My mother made wonderful brown bread in there! I miss that stove, and all the colors of winter upon it!
Paul had a broken back, one kidney, and 6 to feed. He did what he could.
He fished, we fished. We all contributed to the family food supply.
Paul took a long length of thick rubber band. At several spots he had attached groups of hooks.
A rock at the far end, and bait onto each hook. He would throw the rock far out into Lake Monomonac. After a while, he would haul in the band, and we kids would scramble to unhook all the fish. I always found this to be amazing!
We kids would be there with our sticks and line and hooks and bait. Bait gleaned off the yard at home early that morning, usually! Perch, Pickerel, Trout, hornpout, sunfish! Young Harry, I think, took to the fishing best.
Later in my childhood, we had a rowboat, and a lot at the Square Piece below the red dam.
Usually two of us would take the boat out to fish.
That same lot became a gathering place in winter for the ice fisherman. We would have a bonfire, and all would gather there. We Nash kids would be out skating on Square Piece, keeping watch on the flags from the holes cut into the ice by all these ice fishermen. We would either yell, or skate fast back to the group to alert the right person! Often, we had our own holes to tend.
When we would arrive back home, our wet socks and mittens were draped over all the shelves on the wood stove that we cooked with and heated the apartment with. The old black thing with the removable burner covers, the deep soup belly, and the wonderful bread oven. My mother made wonderful brown bread in there! I miss that stove, and all the colors of winter upon it!
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