Jan 20 2009
The Fish Isn’t The Real Prize
This just happened to be the perfect way to help explain what I’d like to do with BozosBrigade, which is a small team of people formed to firstly play games and secondly to help me write some fun stories.
The games’ part makes it easier to research the game tips side of Stuff123, a blog I write about stuff (go figure). Things that happen in life as I see them. It’s so much easier to find out how the games work when you have enough people in your team/crew/horde/tribe.
Some are even actually communicating with me which is what I’m really hoping will result out of all the games—a kind of Internet family, if you will, doing what families do best—share. Buying 6 casinos at a time isn’t the best part. It’s the people in the team that I find more fun.
And I’d like to write stuff about that sharing experience. So this one is about fishing which was triggered by one of the newest members I recruited (I’ll explain the recruiting thing in a couple of other stories, later). Specifically, the news feed that you get on your home page about friends status.
MF : Learn from the past, Live for today and Look to the future..
JC :Nice
AJD: It sounds OK, but what if the fish aren’t biting?
MF: Crack a cold one, lay back and relax and wait, they’ll come back on the bite.. Thats what fishing is all about
AJD:At last! Some one who understands fishing!
me: Some people use dynamite. It’s quicker. They don’t understand that the fish isn’t the real prize.
JC: Poor fish
I chopped out all the timestamps and pictures and changed everybody’s name to initials only, because I do believe in people’s right to privacy, but they are sharing this stuff with me because they accepted me as a friend.
At least MW did, after I attacked her in Warlords (lol). She was good natured about it and I was “Spot on” about my gut feel regarding her personality and how interesting she must be.
You can tell a lot from a picture. Just ask the police investigators. They use Facebook a lot for the bad folks, so you might be more careful with who and what you post in pictures in the future. Not that your bad (lol).
If I feel a picture is in order for the story, I will always ask permission. I have a story right now in draft form that I though was real nice—family values. Had a number of pictures of members of BozosBrigade and nice families. I asked their permission and since it went 0 for 6 in the reply column, the story gets shelved or rewritten with no pictures or some other pictorial way to handle it.
I think I understand. They want to protect their family. I learned something about these people. The pictures didn’t lie. Family is very important to them.
OK. So here’s the fishing connection.
When I was a little “Bruce” my dad would take us fishing. It was a pretty long drive to take three kids on but we weren’t there to have fun. We were there as part of the crew to bring home the catch. My dad saw fishing only as a method to increase the family food supply. And I know why.
He came to Canada when he was 13 from Poland. He didn’t know anybody. He worked in logging camps and with dam building construction crews in the deep woods of northern Quebec. They used to throw a stick of dynamite into the nearby lake near the outhouse drain pipe. The fish would congregate there because minnows would be attracted by the stuff that went into the water and the food chain would be completed with a stick of dynamite that was intended for a pile of rocks for the dam. They had no choice. The grocery store was a long ways away.
So my dad never learned the joy of fishing. Sitting on a dock or in a boat watching the little critters nibbling at your worm. The sense of excitement when the bobber plunges beneath the surface. The pleasant aromas in the air. The sound of water lapping up against the boat, the dock, the rocks. The feeling of the boat rocking while you fall asleep that night in your bed. It takes hours for that joy to disappear. And you sleep like a baby.
I don’t fish anymore. I like to look at the little critters more now. But I think I might go out fishing again.
I might just leave the hook bare.
Yah. It does feel kinda’ good.
You see lol a lot on Facebook.
That’s why I like to visit it.