Reflections: Night Fishing Under Bridges

No doubt Dad’s inclination to fish in any weather was influenced by his time in the service during World War II. After sleeping on frozen ground in France and Belgium, or burrowing into a foxhole surrounded by snow piles at the Battle of the Bulge, nothing dished out by Mother Nature in the Blue Ridge Mountains would seem worse.

He worked in a machine shop rewinding motors to keep the furniture factories running. That meant he was often called in at all hours when one had gone down abruptly. These motors looked huge to me as a child, some standing shoulder high, and I could only imagine the machinery one of these monsters would drive.

So, his time off was special to him...

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