When I was a little girl, we used to go fishing at Mr. Robinson’s lake by my aunt’s farm. It was called a lake, but in reality it was just a rather large pond.
There weren’t enough “real” fishing poles to go around–rods and reels–and a couple of us always had to make do with the cane poles made from bamboo. When you fish with a cane pole, the line is always the same length and the only way to get your hook in the water is to swing the pole in that direction. Four foot tall children swinging seven-foot long poles gets a little dicey, and on more than one occasion, the hook landed somewhere other than it’s intended target. Actually, I don’t remember if we ever caught any fish.
I haven’t fished with a cane pole in decades, but if I needed one, I wouldn’t have to look far.
One of husband’s hobbies is bamboo. We have a stand that been growing for close to 6 years.
During that time, it’s created an almost impenetrable wall between us and our neighbors. The woman who lives on the other side really doesn’t like it. I think she’s afraid that Viet Cong are hiding in there. But now it’s grown so much that it needs to be thinned out. Husband called the zoo and asked if they could use any extra bamboo and they said yes, indeed…the elephants would love it. So one of these days we’ll be loading up the trailer with elephant salad.
And just in case you were wondering just how tall this stand really is, take a look at how it towers over Husband who is about 5’10”: