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Blogs > RockyG666 > god's servant's blog


RockyG666 63M
1747 posts
3/7/2018 9:03 am
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It was a beautiful spring day. The leaves and foliage were just starting to turn green, and the birds were chirping to each other throughout the sky. You couldn’t really hear the horrible sounds of a dozen or so gorgeous rainbow trout gasping for their lives on the ground around the pond. If trout could ream, they would be totally confused and reaming for . second they were content and swimming around looking for something nice to eat, and the next second they had clamped onto the painful little fly and were jerked unkindly out of the warm water and into the cold barren suffocation of land. Their little fish eyes were googily looking at the cruel world of air, and their stout rainbow bodies were flipping and flapping insanely under the hot sun.

Writhing and gasping for air, like snakes choking dust, serpents from hell. Like fish out of water. Air all around them, yet n they could breathe. The thing that they had always known since their wet birth in it, and taken for granted, was now cruelly taken away. They had no idea that tons of water were right beside them in the nearby pond. The horror of the dry earth was too much to understand, the unfiltered sun was too bright to bear. They could not breathe, it was a slow and painful death.



Fisherman’s Ranch, a stocked trout farm, was a delightful idea to J.C. since he had first heard about it. He had never heard of such a thing before. He heard about it almost by accident. There was a radio commercial on the farm report about an event open to the public for the ranch. He never listened to the farm report, the radio in his father’s vehicle, a white 66 ford Econoline van, was set to the station where the farm report aired, and he hadn’t changed it yet that day. The very idea that such a thing might exist, and so near to the city, had never even occurred to him before.

He only knew that he had to check it out.

J.C. liked fishing somewhat, but having been raised in Chicago, there wasn’t much fishing to be found.