by Bill Carpan
No fisher is consistently successful, so we all need fishing excuses at times.
My own favorite is one that’s true:
One Sunday I was fishing from my canoe where the Musquodoboit River meets the sea, right beside a small park. In the afternoon a well-dressed crowd gathered in the little riverside park. More and more folks kept coming, and then, as a guitar strummed, they sung the hymn “Shall We Gather at the River”. Next they baptised a whole family by dunking them in my fishing hole! No fish, but a great excuse to take home.
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