A Fish Story of the Golden Kind

Friday, July 2, 2010

Before I prepare for the holiday weekend I have to digress a bit and tell you a fish story. Since I am one who enjoys fishing this tale took me awhile to realize as truth. In fact, I have put off writing this post because I knew proof would be required, I have proof. So what is the fish story?

Well, several weeks ago while again touring the cemetery with my Grandmother and my Mother we drove by the duck ponds and paused. Yes, I know I spend a lot of time in the cemetery but it is a part of my grandmother and she loves the place. Who am I to deny her this simple pleasure?

Anyway, back to the fish story. As we sat there in front of the pond discussing past memories of feeding the ducks as children and all the antics my elders endured, I had a flash back of another creature we use to feed. 

“Mom, do you remember all the gold fish that use to be here?” “Yes,” she said, “we use to pull up and a huge orange streak in the water would appear, wonder what happen to them?” As we both sat there wondering what had happened to those fish, something caught my eye.

I turned my head to investigate what had caught my eye and there it was. There was a huge orange mass swimming just under the water. Lord, how mercy, no way that is a single gold fish, is it? I jumped out of the car and ran over to the duck pond for a closer inspection.

Now, I know you will think this an exaggeration but it is not. On that visit I did not have a camera and thus the fish story. You will just have to take my word for it but the cute little gold fish we had fed as children had grown into 3-foot long ugly monsters.

This week we returned to the cemetery in hopes of me capturing those monsters on film. While I was unable to capture the 3-foot long monsters I did capture some of the slow growing runts of the school.

Now home and reflecting on the whole fish story I have reached a most definite conclusion. When I do get around to installing my cute little lawn pond I will most certainly not be putting gold fish in it. I do believe there is a city ordnance against harboring monsters.


welcome to my world of poetry said, 

I loved your fishy story, it reminded me of one of my own,
When my husband was alive he put a fishpond in the back garden which was there for years, sadly he passed away the fish had all gone too, so I decided to empty the water from the pond and fill it with soil and plant flowers. I began to get buckets of water out of the pond when my neighbour came round, he said let me do that for you, wondering why he was so kind
I said "No I'll be fine" he replied
you don't like frogs do you.
Shaking my head he proceeded to explain the pond was full of the,
He did the job and he counted 93 altogether. I was horrified.

Loved the photo's really excellent post.


July 2, 2010 at 4:16 PM  
Jules said, 

I wish I had been there I like frogs but I am a hillbilly. Thanks for sharing your story.

July 2, 2010 at 10:10 PM  
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