Rarely do Bob and I have to concern ourselves with the catch limit if we go fishing. Even in Minnesota, where you can use a paperclip to pull a lunker bass out of a mud puddle, posting a catch limit for us was unnecessary. Such is our fishing prowess. Good thing we don’t have to fish to eat.
Unlike Peter. A professional fisherman, his life depended on it. In Peter’s first encounter with Jesus, they had fished all night and caught nothing. (Not dissimilar to some of my husband’s angling adventures, I might add.) Jesus tells them to cast on the other side of the boat, to which Peter makes some disparaging remark, but does it anyway. And the nets become so full that they rip apart. Continue reading “Fishing–no catch limit”