plowhog
Elite Member
- Joined
- Dec 8, 2015
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- 3,394
- Location
- North. NV, North. CA
- Tractor
- Massey 1710 / 1758, Ventrac 4500Y / TD9
I remember it like it was yesterday. A typical cool morning with coastal stratus low cloud cover. I was a young boy.
My mother wanted to take us to Santa Monica pier in Southern California for my sister's birthday. The stratus/fog was supposed to burn off and turn into a warm to hot day. My sister was turning twelve; I was ten. Driving there using the coast highway, we saw a turnout near the ocean. My mom pulled into that and we decided to enjoy the beach and ocean at that spot. Maybe go to the pier later.
After a short time in the water, it happened. I'll never forget the red frothy water around my mom. She turned, looked at us, and there was no sound. No screams. Maybe my mind has blocked that out, I don't know. Then she went under and was gone. She was taken by a shark.
For reasons I will never understand, my father wanted an open casket funeral. The funeral home dressed her fully clothed below the neck to disguise the damage. They first wanted gloves to hide the hands, but adding gloves in summertime seemed out of sorts. They arranged to have her hands clasped on her stomach with a bouquet strategically placed over them. I found the whole thing incredibly creepy.
Apologies of course, but yes I am apprehensive about being in the water with large fish. It took some time to get comfortable as the catfish in my pond were getting bigger, now about ten pounds. I recently saw a TV show called River Monsters that documented that very large catfish were taking people down in South America. Watching that certainly didn't help.
I'm going to lash up a new "grapple" using some scrap aluminum pole and pieces of stiff wire conduit. With a rope instead of fishing line. And thank you for advising about the shoreline getting slippery after you drag the soggy hulk across it. Dragging the muck out is hard enough. Dragging out a tractor would be worse!
My mother wanted to take us to Santa Monica pier in Southern California for my sister's birthday. The stratus/fog was supposed to burn off and turn into a warm to hot day. My sister was turning twelve; I was ten. Driving there using the coast highway, we saw a turnout near the ocean. My mom pulled into that and we decided to enjoy the beach and ocean at that spot. Maybe go to the pier later.
After a short time in the water, it happened. I'll never forget the red frothy water around my mom. She turned, looked at us, and there was no sound. No screams. Maybe my mind has blocked that out, I don't know. Then she went under and was gone. She was taken by a shark.
For reasons I will never understand, my father wanted an open casket funeral. The funeral home dressed her fully clothed below the neck to disguise the damage. They first wanted gloves to hide the hands, but adding gloves in summertime seemed out of sorts. They arranged to have her hands clasped on her stomach with a bouquet strategically placed over them. I found the whole thing incredibly creepy.
Apologies of course, but yes I am apprehensive about being in the water with large fish. It took some time to get comfortable as the catfish in my pond were getting bigger, now about ten pounds. I recently saw a TV show called River Monsters that documented that very large catfish were taking people down in South America. Watching that certainly didn't help.
I'm going to lash up a new "grapple" using some scrap aluminum pole and pieces of stiff wire conduit. With a rope instead of fishing line. And thank you for advising about the shoreline getting slippery after you drag the soggy hulk across it. Dragging the muck out is hard enough. Dragging out a tractor would be worse!