Yesterday morning, Ruth and I were again fishing at Powerton Lake, when as fate would have it, we ran out of worms for fish bait. (OK Sandra, I could have used the fish we were catching as bait, but just wouldn't be the same.) Anyway, I decided to make a fast trip to Riverside Hunting Bait and Tackle which was just down the road. I had already mentioned, as we drove past it that morning, we should stop in there just to see what he had.
The man has everything a guy would need! Live bait, artificial lures, bobbers, sinkers, poles - - you name it! And he's an interesting sort of a guy - - pleasant, large framed, fairly young (35+/-) and a gift of gab.
I picked up a couple "necessary" fishing items and made my way to counter, knowing that the worms I came for would be in the refrigerated case behind him. I looked him over and figured he was "once removed" from the hills or swamps.
"I need a couple dozen of those worms you got there." I said pointing to the case behind him, "Nice place you have here."
"Thanks" was his reply, "I'm third generation. My grandad opened it. My dad ran it for 30 years and now me."
OK, so my "once removed" had now turned into "twice removed" - - but I knew I was still pretty close.
"Fish biting?" he asked.
"Just the little ones," I replied. "I'm here visiting my daughter and we both like to fish. Not real sure where to go."
"Fishing is usually good on Powerton, but with the high water, might be sort of slow. Where you from?" he asked.
"That's where my brother is. He's in the Air Force" he replied. I nodded in acquiescence and he continued, "he's a weapons specialist. A double PHD in Bio-Chemistry and Propulsion something or other."
I now looked at him a little wide-eyed and my head cocked somewhat - - an obvious question showing on my face.
He continued, "He took after the brainy side of the family. My mom's a cancer doctor in Peoria."
The question could no longer be contained, "What happened to you?"
He laughed, "Well I was a US Marshall for 12 years and loved it to start, but after 911 the travel got horrendous. Dad said he was going to retire so I came back to run this."
So, goes to show you, you can't judge a book by looking at it's cover.