Fishing Glory

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A little break in the south Louisiana marsh Jack Cravelle fishing with my son Baxter (sporting a beard) and John Wauchope (Batman), son of Bruce Wauchope from Adelaide, Australia with Captain Jason Shilling of  Kowalick, note the monster taken on one of my lures.  Just like when I fish with you.  We were fishing for speckled trout, which are great to eat, when Captain Shilling noticed a massive school of fish blowing up on some pogies.  It looked like a whale to me.  As it turned out it was a school of 20+ pound Jacks.  Needless to say we spent the afternoon chasing the school and had the time of our lives.  John, the rookie, allegedly caught the slightly largest fish at over 22 pounds, but he lost points because it took him an hour to land the fish.  He takes after his dad.  Thank you Jason for a great day, and thank you Holy Spirit; we will have more please.  That was a large time.  Next up for me is speaking at Caleb Miller’s place in Fort Collins, Colorado ( Saturday and Sunday (26-27th) then to Denver with Wes Roberts on Monday and Tuesday (28-29th).  Blessings to all.








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  • Scott

    There is nothing like the “joy of surprise” when you set out in one direction and all of a sudden out of nowhere something like this happens. The glory shows up and the magic begins.

  • Great Googly Moogly!

    What will you be speaking on when in Ft. Collins? We are going to try and make the Saturday session.

  • Tony

    Holy crap! That is one large fish! Was that caught with one of your own lure creations?

  • DrDon

    I’m trying to buy one of those “holy lures”, but can’t find a way. Any suggestions?

  • Mark

    What is shocking about the conflation of holiness and violence gleefully expressed in this blog is that it comes from a theologian who believes, apparently, that the universal love of Christ flows through all creation and every creature.

    Fish feel pain. These magnificent sentient creatures have their own lives and God given purpose independent of the cruel and frivolous use to which they have been put here.

    God only knows what it must be like to be hooked and dragged by your mouth or by the inside of your throat or guts against the friction of water as you pull in the opposite direction with all your desperate strength for an hour before being hoisted into the air, now bearing your full weight on the piercing hook as gravity digs it deeper into your flesh.

    Pulled from your home in the water, the suffocation would be kinder if it killed you quicker, but it doesn’t. The asphyxiation is slow. Further torture awaits as your body is slapped down on a hard surface terrifyingly alien to everything you have ever known.

    God only knows, it must feel like crucifixion. Your final humiliation is to decorate the grinning selfie of a great white conqueror who’s glory is to slay you – supposedly a “monster” of the deep.

    Reading this blog makes me all the more appreciative of those theologians who bring their teaching to life in compassionate action rather than letting it lounge abstract, academic, dead in mere words.

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