Posted by denelle
If I were to try to do something beyond the grave, it wouldn’t be fishing. It would be something I love, like having sex, or watching Twilight Zones, or trying to eat other people’s food even though I’m dead and I really can’t enjoy the flavors anymore. Fishing isn’t really my thing. But apparently there is someone on my morning walk who is still trying to get his fly on.
Last year I noticed a fishing line, draped passionately over a telephone wire. Of course, if you are the average, boxed-in type thinker, you will just assume someone got their line caught while casting off. I’m sure that is frustrating. I, however, immediately thought that someone had been called away to heaven, and despite the happiness one might have when realizing you are going UP instead of the other direction, this recently vacanted being wanted to hang on to his fishing pole and get in one last catch.
It seems he was successful in convincing the authorities that he should stay around a little bit longer, and guard the waters, or continue plucking fishies from their homes, whichever he is capable of in his newly ghostly state. I’m calling him Fisherman Bill. Here are some shots of him I think you’ll like: