Where’s the sun?

He’s back . . .

Just in time for Thanksgiving, Christmas and the college football playoffs.

It seems like every time I go into a store, someone comments of my Florida tan. “All you have to do is play golf and go fishing”, I usually reply with a grin.

Speaking of fishing, I have to tell you about my second blue tilapia I caught in Florida.

Tilapia was one of the three main types of fish caught in Biblical times from the Sea of Galilee. At that time they were called musht, or commonly now even “St. Peter’s fish”. The name “St. Peter’s fish” comes from the story in the Gospel of Matthew about the apostle Peter catching a fish that carried a coin in its mouth, though the passage does not name the fish.

To refresh your memory, the blue tilapia, was the first fish I caught out of Lake Clinch. Ginger called it an omen, because the fish had a biblical background. The fish is very seldom caught on a lure. My first tilapia went five pounds. I was fishing with my buddy and neighbor, Jerry Bazill, when I yelled, “got one, and this thing is heavy, should be a big fish.”

As Jerry landed the fish, we both shouted at once, “It’s a tilapia!” This fish went 5.5 pounds, a true keeper. “I’ve never seen a blue tilapia caught out of lake clinch, and now you’ve caught two,” Jerry pointed out.

On our returned trip, we caught snow in the mountains of Tennessee. “What the heck are we doing?” I raved.

“Now just remember your family and friends. It’s the time of year to be thankful and joyful,” Ginger scolded.

This week’s bottom line: Sunday it was 61 degrees. I practiced my pitching and chipping. I guess Ohio isn’t that bad after all? And the Buckeyes beat Michigan. Life is good.

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