2018-07-18 / Sports

Struttin’ Time:

‘Too hot to fish, too hot for …’
By STEVE BREWER

Just like the country music song says, it’s “too hot to fish, too hot for golf, and too cold at home.” The weather has been scorching, and I love it like this.

For the last few weeks we have seen daily temperatures well into the 90s. I for sure am not trying to scout for anything in this weather, although squirrel season opens the third Saturday in August.

I have read that midnight is a great time to fish while it is so hot. Trouble with that line of thinking is that I am up every morning at 6 and I am out of fuel by midnight. I would like to tell all of you that I am taking this time to get ready for squirrel season to open, but I would be telling you a lie. Which brings me to where I want to be in this edition of Struttin’ Time.

How many times do you make an important call to someone and get a recording that asks you to please leave your name and number so the person or business you are calling can get back to you? They almost never call you back these days, leaving you to get madder by the hour.

I admit I am hooked on The Market Place on Facebook and buy from there often. This past week a young man posted fishing equipment and I sent him a message that I was interested in what he had to sell. He got back within a minute and told me he was sorry that someone was on the way to pick it up. My response to him was nothing is sold until you have the money in hand and what you are selling is out the door. I asked him to contact me if his deal fell through.

The next morning he told me the other potential buyer never called or showed up and the fishing stuff was mine if I still wanted it. I picked it up on the next day and left with a smile on my face. But before I left he asked me how I knew his first deal wouldn’t happen. I just looked at him and said, “A lot of people nowadays would rather climb a tree backward and tell you a lie than to stand on the ground and tell you the truth. That is the world we live in today.” He just nodded and shook my hand. I hope he learned a lesson in life.

Please readers, allow me to ask a favor of you. I am looking for an old British 303 Infield. While many had one at one point in our lives I at some point let mine get away. I would like for a Struttin’ Time reader to donate an old British 303 to me. Maybe some of my elderly readers have one in a closet, in a safe, or in a corner just sitting around.

I will promise you I will cherish it as long as I am alive. Thank you.

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