Posted on 02/11/2005 6:57:36 AM PST by Rakkasan1
How's this for a fish story?
A priest known by locals as the Fishing Father was praying the Magnificat as he was ice fishing one cold afternoon last month. He makes a point of praying whenever he fishes, whether he catches anything or not.
On. Jan. 4, it turned out to be quite an intercessory prayer: the Rev. Mariusz Zajac pulled in a world-record walleye, 18.3 pounds.
Delighted with his catch, Zajac promptly posted a photo of him holding the lunker on a fishing enthusiasts' website, and the Internet was instantly abuzz about his Lake of the Woods haul -- nearly 400 miles from the remote lake in Saskatchewan where he actually caught it.
In short order, Zajac's haul had also become his Lake Mille Lacs haul.
And his Red River haul in Manitoba. Not to mention his Simcoe Lake haul in Ontario.
Rev. Mariusz Zajac's 18.3-pound walleyeIn the Internet Age, reality doesn't always stay put.
It turns out that someone -- identity unknown -- hijacked Zajak's photo and e-mailed it to friends, fellow anglers and complete strangers, changing the location of the catch, either accidentally or maliciously.
(Excerpt) Read more at startribune.com ...
Time to crank up the dinghy with Fredo and say a "Hail Mary"...oh no, er, that didn't work out too well, did it?
Oh well. Nice catch, Father!
Not everything in the newspaper is true.
Not everything on TV is true.
Not everything on the Internet is true.
I predict that some sort of "Good Housekeeping" seal may become available so that web-surfers can go to a secure archive and see "verified" information. I don't know how it would be implemented, but I think it will become necessary.
As an example -- if a politician says we're having the "worst economy since Hoover" he should be able to point to a verified source that spells out unemployment, inflation, mortgage rates, or whatever, that proves the claim. If he has no reference, than he's just talking trash. It's just a fish story.
Follower of Christ catching fish well? Unprecedented! [/mediot]
Remember our Parish priest, an avid fisherman, telling the story about fishing for trout in a local river and hearing the church bells tolling faintly in the distance. It was a Saturday AM ... seems there was a wedding on the verge of getting underway, a wedding, in which he was expected to play a key role. He had neglected to check his scheduling planner that morning ... needless to say the kind Father had to scramble to make the event. He didn't want to be the reason the wedding was memorable.
Ice fishing? What happened to Global Warming???
Apparently global warming is causing the fish to grow bigger. That's good for world hunger.
Whoa!
Some input here from a fishing enthusiast:
I see hundreds of photos of muskies (a form of pike) posted online and in magazines every year. You get used to seeing midsize and even small fish, with lengths and weights that aren't even close.
It's funny that people will always lie about fish, it must be in our DNA.
Have a great weekend,
papa joe
mpls
Right on! I fish every Sunday with Jesus! But the father was lucky to catch this Walleye because I don't think the Father grants prayers like this, unless it is in His will. Then again, the Father may have landed him this fish so that he could get the publicity and use it to become a better "fisher for men."
I'm still stalking that elusive record smallmouth bass. "Jesus, please grant me this fish. I will use the publicity, and subsequent money, to bring glory to you!"
Catholic "funny story" ping!
That fish must be really, really thin for 18 pounds to be that long. :-}
quite a prayer, anyway.
Oh! Walleye. I thought you said priests' whale-eye. That would be different. Never mind.
I was wondering when someone was going to mention Fredo.
The picture would look more realistic if there was a shadow for the fish to match the shadows from the forklift and from the men.
"I was passed over, Mike....I'm smart...!"
I got one:
At a campus-owned lakeside retreat house, a couple co-retreatants took a row boat across the pond. It was getting stormy, and soon would be time for dinner anyway, so the priest walked out onto the floating docks to call them in.
Sensing the setting, the usually reserved Fr. Brendan playfully outstretched his arms. The wind immediately calmed down, astonishingly both on the dock and out at the boat at the same instant. A ray of sun pierced the clouds and shined on the docks. When the light hit him, Fr. Lally pulled his arms in as if too say, "Oo! Did I do that?" as the larger of the retreatants jokingly stood out of the boat as if to stand apon the water, before the other guy pulled him back in.
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