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July 02, 2017

Father's Day Concerns ~ Part II

by Bob Banfelder

No sooner than I had revised, updated, and copy/pasted yesterday's list from my website referencing the many topics that Donna and I cover on our Cablevision show, Scat called, informing me that his oldest son, Doug, United States Marine Corps Gunnery Sergeant Counterintelligence Specialist is once again being deployed to Afghanistan. That makes three (3) deployments to Iraq, and now three (3) to Afghanistan since 2002. Think about that; six (6) deployments to the Middle East over the past fifteen years. Both men and women like Doug, serving in our United States Armed Forces, comprised of the Army, Air Force, Navy, Marine Corps, and Coast Guard, serve to protect while our fathers and mothers, brothers and sisters, friends and acquaintances, can eat, sleep, and breathe safely through the night then awake anew to enjoy our life-styles . . . safeguarded. Scat and Jeanie are, of course concerned for Doug's safety. In a Father's Day pronouncement, Doug mitigated those concerns to a degree in his text message to Scat:

"Don't stress, Pop, nor you, Jeanie. I'll make it back. They had several chances to get me, but I'm faster and smarter, so they were never successful. I have one more tour, and then I can retire for good. Don't worry about a thing."

Sound familiar? Father and son have one more tour left in them.

It has been my privilege to honor one of many of these fine folks who put themselves in harm's way by serving their country so that you and I [especially readers of outdoor magazines such as Nor'east Saltwater)] may enjoy the freedom to fish, clam, crab, boat, travel, eat, sleep, breathe, and, yes, hunt while harvesting the fruits of their perilous labor—our precious liberty.

Along the lines of fishing, Scat wants to seriously learn how to fish and asked me to teach him. A good distraction methinks from what is obviously on the man's mind concerning one son's safety (Doug's) and the other's career focus, (Dale).

"Bob, would you be so kind as to teach me the ropes?" Scat had asked me in a thick brogue the day after Father's Day. "I have a new fishing pole and need to wind on some string."
"You mean a fishing rod; you wind line, not string, around the spool of the reel."
"Oh, I know how to reel, all right."
"Really?"
"Truly I do. And I can cast pretty well, too."
"Well, that I know because I was watching you out there."
"Really?"
"Truly."
"Listen, Bob. I see that your boat is still wrapped, and it's getting late in the season. I have me boat here that sits two, so if you and Donna ever want to go fishing, the oar is in it; just undo the rope and—.
"You mean you have a tandem kayak, meaning for two people for paddling; not an oar for rowing, nor rope for tying off. It's called a line, not rope."
"But you just said that line was for a reel.
"I did. Same holds true with lines for tying off."
"But then that would be a very thin line to secure it to a rod. How would it even hold?
"You mean a pole or a piling; you secure a line to a pole or piling, or a cleat."
"But you said that me pole is the same as me rod."
"Not exactly."
"Then what exactly do you mean, Bob?"
"Well, nautically speaking, ropes are really lines. But then there are fishing lines such as monofilament line, braided line, fly line, and lines for tying off. You spool a reel with fishing line and fish with a rod, not a pole." A pole, a piling, or a cleat is something you wrap your watercraft line around."
"Well, with all that nautical understanding, Bob, do you even know your arse from ye elbow?"
"We'll deal with fore and aft, port and starboard after we get you some string for your new pole. How's that, Scat?"
"Much better, Bob. Much better."

Scat and I always have a good laugh.



Bob Banfelder
https://www.robertbanfelder.com

Award-Winning
Crime-Thriller Novelist & Outdoors Writer

Member: Outdoor Writers Association of America
New York State Outdoor Writers Association
Long Island Outdoor Communicators Network

Cablevision TV Host Special Interests with Robert Banfelder & Donna Derasmo

Bi-monthly contributor to Nor'east Saltwater ~ presented on the 1st & 2nd of every month.


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Comments (2)

jeff65 wrote 3 months ago

nice storey

flytier wrote 2 months ago

Thank you for the comment, jeff65. It's great to hear readers' thoughts. The story touched my heart, and I pray that all will go well for Scat's son, USMC Gunnery Sgt. Counterintelligence Specialist. Also, I hope that Scat goes on tour with his youngest son, Dale, who wants a new career focus. Dad could deliver that goal. Comments are always appreciated and important.

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