Still Fishing

On Saturday, December 5, 2009, I rode past the old stone quarry where people fish. When I noticed the strange looking bicycle there I scanned the shore. Sure enough, there was the man I had talked with earlier this summer. He was still tipping and still fishing. The high temperature Saturday was 27 degrees F. It was a wonder to me that someone could stand fishing for hours in that temperature. I guess it wouldn't be much different from ice fishing, except this man had no shelter. Thinking of possibilities, it occured to me that there might be other reasons for his activities than fishing. Perhaps the fishing was an excuse or a justification for escape from his other realities. I suspect the tipping of the bottle might enter into the equation. I wished peace for him and hoped he stayed warm and safe.