Orange Beach, Alabama, Sunday, April 5, 2015
With the surf rolling in late in the afternoon, my 14-year-old son was eager to fish as we were at the beach for Spring Break. Although, I was not nearly as interested in this work, er I mean fun, I agreed to help get his rods set up. We walked out on the sandbar, cast out the lines as far as we could and walked them back to the shore. After a couple of hours of nothing but catfish, I said I was going in to eat dinner and get cleaned up. He begged me to stay but I was tired from a long day on the beach with over-energetic kids.
After about 20 minutes, I get a call from my son saying that he had caught a huge red fish. Huge to me was maybe 12 inches, but, boy, I was wrong. This fish was nearly 36 inches and 40 pounds. And did it ever gain him a crowd, which I think he liked.
Staying at a condo we had no choice but to take the fish into the building and up the elevator. There was no sign that said, “No fish allowed.” So, we took it in. It seemed really crazy to have that big fish in an elevator.
Needless to say, we ate fish for the rest of the week.
Give a boy a fish and he will eat for a day, but teach him to fish and he will eat for a lifetime.
Vice President, COO
Elevator World, Inc.