Thursday, December 9, 2010

They were trying to drown me. It had to be a test. I couldn't help but think about the Salem Witch Trials. I had heard they would hold an accused witch under water for a certain length of time. If she drowned she was not a witch. If she lived, she was considered a witch and hung. (And we think our judicial system is bad!)

The city girl from Atlanta (me) was engaged to the country boy from South Georgia (him) and they wanted to know if I liked to fish.

"I've never" You would have thought I said "I like to vacation on the moon."

In that big, booming voice of his, my father-in-law-to-be said,"Well tomorrow we'll take care of that. Can't let my son marry a girl that's never been fishing, now, can we?"

I wasn't sure why we couldn't but I was willing to learn....didn't look as if I had a choice.

I had watched my fiance' and his parents with their rod and reels, fishing in the acre-large pond in front of their house, so I had no reason not to believe that's what would we would be doing. But apparently that was not the "testing ground." The four of us crammed into the cab of the old Ford pick-up after loading very long sticks they called 'cane poles' and went to a place they called Sue Rose. I soon discovered that Sue Rose was not the name of the place, but the name of the woman who owned the official testing ground.

I was given a long stick with a string and cork on it and something nasty on the hook, and told "Stand over there and chunk it in the water."

Of course it would be hilarious to say I threw the whole pole into the water but I'm not that ignorant and that would be a lie. I got as close as I could to the water without sliding off the bank, dropped the cork in and then it happened. It started raining. I tried to hide my smile as I said, "Too bad. Maybe another time."

The four of us threw our poles in the back of the truck, piled in and sat. And sat. I wasn't quite sure what we were waiting for.

"There we go," boomed the man, "Looks like its slacking off! Let's try again."

We piled out, retrieved our poles and continued the test. FOUR times we piled into the truck waiting for the rain to "slack off"! FOUR times I thought "this is it, we're heading back." FOUR times I wondered if this is what I wanted to spend the rest of my life doing.

I caught nothing. Not even a cold. I was very okay with that. I had no idea what I would do with a fish if I had caught it. The men caught about four between them and my future mother-in-law, I discovered has a gift. She caught twenty-seven and three of those were while we were waiting out the storm.

It was decided that any girl that could withstand those conditions with a great attitude was worthy of their son. That's funny cause I don't remember having a great attitude, but I guess its worked out pretty good. Just don't ask me to fish...